I leaned in his arms and remained motionless.

Chu Yu's arms tightened. In this small space, it was so quiet that even the footsteps coming from the mountains behind me seemed to be stepping on my heart. I don't know when my hands came out of Chu Yu's arms.

Squeezing up, inserting straight through his collar, hugging his head. Breathing shallowly in his ear, his neck is very long, you can smell the faint fragrance of orchid...

"Enli..." He murmured in a low voice, his voice soft and thin, rippling in my ears.

"No Huali...no, Enli, forget her! You are you!"

"Chu Yu!" I was angry. It turned out that he was the same as everyone else. He also thought I was crazy? What's wrong with Huali? Huali was obviously right next to me, standing on the glittering golden stage and singing!

I shook off his hand. Chu Yu froze and swept his hand across my chest.

"Go and touch the rosewood in your head! See if you can touch her!" Chu Yu slowly stood up straight, with a majestic side that he rarely showed in front of me on his face.

His hand reached towards my neck, upward, and touched a small piece of smooth skin behind my ear. When he moved it to my eyes, there was a light pink color, and to my nose, there was the scent of rouge.

"Duan Enli, if it's not you who is standing on the stage singing, why do you have the rouge of an actor on your body?" Chu Yu looked at me, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then moved his eyes downward,

"Also, why are you wearing such underwear under your outer robe?" My eyes followed him, and a piece of clothing was exposed inside the outer robe. It was yellow with white, and white with green. It turned out to be just now.

It was worn by Huali on the stage.

How could this happen? How could this happen?

Chu Yu held me tightly with both hands to prevent me from running away. He said, Enli, since you were eight years old, I have watched you living like this, deceiving yourself and others. But six years have passed, why don't you wake up? Huali is dead! Dead.

At the age of seven! Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten?

Did I forget? Did I forget?

No, I haven’t forgotten, Hua Li is dead, why did she die? He killed her! It was his words that made Hua Li die! I hate him! I hate this Miyagi!

They made my flower die in the summer when I was seventeen years old...

Chu Yu

My father passed away. In the late winter when I was fourteen years old, I sat on a high throne and looked blankly at the plain whiteness under my feet. I did not see the pale face of my mother among the crying figures in the mourning hall.

I felt a little sad and walked alone to her bedroom, which smelled of rich orchid grass.

Across the waterside pavilion in the distance, I saw her in her wedding dress, her eyes far away, and the candlelight made her face flush.

She said, child, your father loves to see me wearing red. Isn’t the red my mother looks beautiful in today?

She walked step by step in the waterside pavilion, and when she threw her arms, she saw long sleeves like water...

"Spring banquet, drink a glass of green wine, sing a song, and pay homage to Chen Sanyuan again:

The first wish is that my husband will live a thousand years, the second wish is that I will always be in good health.

Three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, always seeing each other every year..."

The melody came from far away, accompanied by the mourning knell in the mourning hall, and the queen mother sang it over and over again in the evening drums and morning bells. I suddenly understood what true sorrow is, and why the person lying in the golden coffin now is so persistent on the stage, and

The harmonious "Spring Banquet" on the stage suddenly made me feel as heavy as a rock. I turned around and walked away quietly...
Chapter completed!