Don't ask if it's worth it... Traveling through a thousand years, but it seems that it is not only a thousand years.
The moonlight sparsely cools the palace walls and willows, the sky above the head moves and the stars shift, and the hours change.
This kind of situation seems to have happened a long time ago.
In the palace of the merman, who is wearing a purple dress, with tassels on the waist, and a palace lantern in Baiyu's hand, his face is full of tears, and at the end of his line of sight, a stalwart and indifferent man is hugging another. A woman walks farther and farther.
The profile of the two people who walked away looked at each other and smiled, so bright—
Whose sad voice is saying, Zisu, if there is a rebirth, don't love anymore... Because he will never fall in love with you.
The illusion disappeared in a flash, and Xuanji felt her cheeks cold.
Tears slid down, but were caught by slender fingers.
She stared blankly at Long Feili, his eyes darkened.
"Don't you want me to touch you?" His lips parted from hers, and there was an indistinguishable deep and rough voice in his voice.
She smiled wryly, staring at him and asked, "Who doesn't want to?"
This time, she was finally able to confirm who made the move first.
The wind ruffled her hair, and her clothes were thin and cold. She couldn't help shrinking into his arms.
Long Feili reached out and probed her forehead, and said softly, "Go back."
"Would you stay a little longer?"
"you are sick."
"It's okay, I'm sick anyway." She smiled lightly, "Long Feili, have you heard that story?"
"What story?" He took off his robe and put it on her.
She stretched out her hand to mess around.
Long Feili frowned, "What are you doing?"
"I'm sick anyway. It's okay, you can put it on yourself. It's not worth it for two people to get sick together."
His chest shook slightly.
She wondered, "What are you laughing at?"
"Tell me about that story." Long Feili said lightly, only covering her messed up robe for her.
I have heard that joke many times. I wonder if Xiliang has such a similar story
"It's raining. Pedestrians on the road are rushing to take shelter from the rain. Some people don't. They just walk slowly. When someone asks him why, he says it's raining ahead too—"
Long Feili raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"This person is very stupid, isn't he, but he also means to steal his life a little bit?" She hugged him tighter, "Long Feili, are you... tired?"
The hand he had intended to hold her tighter rested slightly on her shoulder.
"I'm not tired."
"Have Xia Sang and Qingfeng been with you for a long time?"
"Well." He didn't get along much, but he seemed a little used to her aggressive thinking.
"They are the people you can trust. At least when you are tired, you can rest for a while, because these people are there."
"Well, that's good." She thought for a while, then added.
He didn't say a word, and she stopped too, not too frightened.
He suddenly put his chin lightly on the top of her hair. Although she didn't know what he was thinking, the offset felt very warm.
Dizzy and heavy, she sniffed, a thick nasal sound that even she could hear.
"Go back." His voice was soft.
"Just a little longer, okay?"
"Give me a reason."
"One issue for a while." She thought about it and said.
"One issue, one time?" His eyes swept over her.
She smiled lightly, which is Japanese tea ceremony term.
"Once in a lifetime, there are some things that only happen once in a lifetime. Two people may still sit and drink tea together today, but after tomorrow, there may be no possibility of reunion. It is said in the tea Zen that one session, one meeting, a rare side, The world should cherish it.”