The mountains in the distance were green, and the towering trees outside the cave blocked most of the sunlight, preventing Xia Chu from seeing clearly the sunset slanting to the west and the moonwind that was about to pass away leaning on her shoulder.
Yue Feng missed the warmth of her shoulders so much. He still remembered that those thin shoulders used to protect him behind him.
It was the only time since he was young that he was protected by someone.
That time, during a hunt in the eastern suburbs, he was framed by Liang Shaoguang, the fourth son of King Liang. King Hu was about to come to question him aggressively.
At that time, Xia Chu wore a red palace skirt, which was as long as the ground. On the wide sleeves, phoenix totems in different postures are looming and about to fly.
Her slender waist was tightly tied by a golden belt, highlighting her slim figure.
The red light tulle makes the graceful figure looming.
The long gauze was fluttering in the wind, and occasionally there were tassels clinging to his brocade robe. He lowered his head and could still smell bursts of fragrance coming from her body.
Just like this moment, the fragrance he smelled on her shoulder made him intoxicated.
Yue Fengwan's spirit at this moment only had a little clarity left, and the red firelight flowed on his face, but it could no longer cover up the pale complexion.
His face was like a jade carving, as if the beautiful curves were crafted by skilled craftsmen. It was also like jade, lifeless and lacking in blood.
"Yuefengwan, if you are reborn after death, what will you do when you want to go back?" Xia Chu let him lean on his shoulder and asked in a gentle voice, wanting to know if he had any regrets.
Could she still do anything for him
"I want to go back to eight years ago." The blue pupils in Yue Feng's eyes were shining with a strange and dazzling light.
He had just turned thirteen eight years ago and had not yet passed away.
Xia Chu frowned and silently counted his age, thinking that he wanted to change the tragic night of bloodbath in the palace.
His unique magnetic voice sounded in my ears, slowly and with a hint of hope: "Before you ran away from the mountain and fell into the water at the age of eight, I waited by the lake and waited to rescue you. I will let you take revenge right now." My life-saving grace, I will go back to the mountain with you and grow up with Meng'an, and be close to you..."
Before he could finish his words, his breath was gone.
The arm that wanted to touch her eyebrows was raised only a little, and the last bit of light in his eyes disappeared. The beautiful life he imagined made him lower his eyes safely.
The only regret he had was that he never told Xia Chu about a place that was so barren that no grass could grow. Later, when she went there for a visit, everything miraculously grew.
In that barren land, she was the last platycodon flower.
There is his heart.
Xia Chu didn't know yet that he was no longer breathing, and her mind was still immersed in the fact that he actually knew about Xiao Mubai's rescue of her back then.
In this case, Lan Yuying must have told him that she has been thinking about Xiao Mubai since she was eight years old. Since he knew that she could no longer tolerate others in her heart, why would he risk his life to fulfill them...
When she thought of this, her nose became sore, and then she realized that what he said paused and stopped abruptly.
"What? I want you to be the first to get close to me this month?" Xia Chu felt bitter and guilty in his heart. He obviously wanted to pretend to be joking, but when he opened his mouth, he was choked with sobs.
A layer of moisture condensed in her eyes, and she waited for a long time but did not wait for Yue Feng's words.
Xia Chu panicked, and she seemed to be in a trance. Her slightly trembling hand tightly grasped her collar, and the other hand slowly raised but pressed her arm as if it was a thousand pounds.
Trembling, frightened, restless, and heartbroken, she finally put her index finger under his nose.
It was quiet there, not even a hairspring in it.
She suddenly turned around and hugged him, and his chin hung weakly on her shoulder.
She reached out and stroked his head, burying her face in his shoulder. There seemed to be a lingering scent of platycodon flowers on him, so faint yet so clear.
But the person in his arms has lost his last bit of life.
In the last life, Xiao Zimu died in front of her with a thousand arrows piercing her heart, which made her extremely miserable and full of hatred.
In this life, Yue Fengwan leaned on her shoulder and died beside her.
She had never cried over Xiao Zimu's death in her previous life, because all the hatred, wrapped in the pain of loss, was piled on Xiao Yanjun.
However, at this moment, big tears welled up in her eyes. They were salty and cold, and they fell into the brocade robe held by Yue Feng, and they quickly became soaked.
She was trembling all over and her face was pale. She could only hug him tightly, hugging his bone-cold body.
He had just passed away, but his body was already so cold. Why couldn't she hug him before he died? Why was she stingy with giving him even that little bit of warmth
He must be very cold, and he must really want a hug.
But he never said anything, he just looked at her for a moment, and she pretended not to know, and she cruelly avoided his feelings.
What did she do in the last moments of his life...
"Yuefengwan, you are saying something to me."
"Just say one more thing to me, okay?"
"The moon wind pulls..."
Xia Chu choked with tears, and the young man in his arms, who was like a banished immortal, could no longer open his pair of twinkling blue pupils, smiled at her, and said to her: "Ah Chu, don't cry. .”
The sun sets over the western mountains, and the sunset gradually fades. A few stars vaguely appeared on the horizon, twinkling brightly and dimly among the thin clouds.
The mountains are green and the trees are vast. Birds flew across the sky, a touch of blue distant mountains, and clouds undulated like waves.
The lake is full of colors and the birds are singing fragrantly. The moonwind passed away in her favorite sunset, and from then on took away the gorgeous clouds in her heart, leaving only a pale color.
That wisp of pale white clouds was like a gauze, slowly blown by the evening wind, floating from the top of a pine forest. After a while, it gradually dispersed, dissipating like the life in his arms, and was nowhere to be found. Searching.
Xia Chu had never cried in her two lives. Even though she had been betrayed sincerely in her previous life, she had never shed a tear for Xiao Yanjun, nor had she ever cried out of self-pity for herself.
But now, she was holding him in her arms, crying so hard that she couldn't suppress it or stop it.
Yue Fenghuan in her arms, no matter how the world exaggerated that he was full of filth, but with his hands stained with blood, he was a young man who died for her without any regrets.
The fire in the cave had not been touched for a long time and was almost extinguished.
Xia Chu felt a bone-chilling coldness all over his body, but he still refused to let go.
Diandian had already rushed to her side when she burst into tears, and she didn't notice that except for the person in her arms, she could no longer see anyone else...
Night gradually appeared in the sky, and the clouds filled the air. The entire mountain was like a vast sea, with only the highest peaks remaining, like dots of islands in the sea, just like a sea of clouds.
But the moon, which was supposed to rise quietly in the sea of clouds, never appeared...
(End of chapter)