"I originally thought Sirius should be red. How come it can be seen on autumn nights? I remember it is more common on summer nights!"

Jian Yao was a little sleepy and didn't think much about what Naga said.

"Well... the Sirius recorded in history is indeed a red star, but now it is white. That's because Sirius was once disturbed by a red giant star. With the disappearance of the red giant star, it gradually returned to its original state.

The color of…”

The dull pain in her shoulder made Jian Yao's head dizzy. She fell asleep amid Najia's clear voice. In her dream, she saw the foggy river in her childhood, the distant bridge, the weaving mist and rain, the golden rapeseed flowers, and the warm atmosphere.

The wind, laughing and chasing his brother Mu Cheng...

The innocent face gradually turned into Feng Xie, beautiful, chic, affectionate, no longer ambitious and defensive. Jian Yao and him looked at each other in silence, frowning, smiling, angry and sad, all so natural and cordial...

…

Feng Xie...

Jian Yao whispered softly, turned over, lay on Naga's chest and fell asleep...

"Princess, we will send you here. This river bank is the border of Dongyin, and not far ahead is Chishan Mountain!" Shii picked up Jian Yao and carefully placed her on the bank. Jian Yao knew Naga's identity and could not enter the country at will.

We said goodbye here, and the boat sailed away. Naga stood on the bow of the boat and waved vigorously until he reached the middle of the river. Suddenly, he heard his loud call: "Jian Yao, we will meet again soon!"

After Naga left, Jian Yao slowly walked into the valley alone. Leaving Feng Xie, she felt an irreparable sense of loss in her heart, but she understood that she and he could never look back. The love he gave her was just like the clouds and mist in these mountains.

Nothingness, and I finally understand that the value of a woman to a man may never be

It was far from equal to his career. Jian Yao heard from Chu Yu the story of his early years of killing and killing. Jian Yao had never participated in those bloody years, and had never even understood him. He thought that he and he were just emotional strangers.

, his story and his life have always been elusive, and maybe they will continue to be elusive...

He belongs to the battlefield of the Five Continents, not to himself. Those whispers by the lotus pond are just joking vows. He knows that Jian Yao can't let go, and he himself has never planned to let go. Maybe he will come back one day when he is tired, and will bring him with him

She leaves, but when that day comes, where will Jian Yao's heart go? Maybe they are still in love, or maybe the ending is that they have expressed the wrong feelings to each other over the years and missed love...

"Da da da da" the rapid sound of horse hoofs came flying. Jian Yao stood on a high rock and looked around. A black figure swept over. Jian Mu Cheng did not lead the imperial army, but was riding a horse and running wildly alone. In his subconscious

, Jian Yao is standing there, by the Chishui River, in the valley and stream. This is the tacit understanding between him and her. No matter how much helplessness, misunderstanding, and sadness there are between them, it will not change!

Jian Yao stood high up, wearing lavender clothes, watching Jian Mucheng coming from a distance, and suddenly there was an urge to burst into tears in her eyes, so she shouted:

"Brother Mu Cheng..."

The sound echoed in the empty valley for a long time. Jian Mucheng reined up his horse and raised his head, only to see Jian Yao standing in the mountains with curling clouds and mist. He was lonely and beautiful in the mountains and fields. His green face was still the same. He saw Jian Mucheng stopped and quickly

Running towards him from a high place, then flying up...
Chapter completed!