A quiet flute sound slowly sounded in Luo Liuling's ears, melodious and distant. www

It's like telling someone's heart, lingering and full of sadness.

As soon as she walked out of the room, Luo Liuling saw a man in white standing on the roof, the jade flute at his mouth shining faintly in the moonlight.

Luo Liuling stood in the yard and Shui Qianjue stood on the eaves.

They are all in the same white clothes, one is in flying white clothes, and the other is in desolate white clothes.[

Two temperaments spread in the air, and in the far corner, several figures looked furtively at this side.

"I rarely play the flute. It seems that I am full of thoughts."

"Tou, aren't you standing there too? I feel that the moon is full tonight and the flowers are beautiful, so it is rare that I can express my love to you."

"Why should Jue Shao confess to you?" came a confused voice, sounding full of confusion.

"You're so stupid." Two voices rang out, ignoring her and continuing to watch this exciting scene.

With a flick of the silver thread in Luo Liuling's hand, she jumped up along the eaves and stood far away from the water.

I listened to him playing the flute quietly. It had been a long time since I had listened to him playing the flute.

It still sounds as good and melodious as the original, but it is mixed with a strong sense of sadness.

Luo Liuling glanced at him, with a dark look in his eyes.

On the eaves, the wind was already strong, blowing Luo Liuling's dress.

Dressed in white, he looks like he has come from the heavens, so refined.

The moonlight is like a hook, some people are happy and some are sad, Shui Qianjue just feels that his mood is like the sea, constantly rising and falling.

When he saw her rushing to block the arrow for him, his heart hurt.

As deep as the love is, so is the pain.

He promised to be by her side and protect him, but he still couldn't help but wanted to hold her in his arms, couldn't help but want to kiss her hair, and couldn't help but want to see her smile.

There was too much he couldn't bear, which made his heart feel like a knife.

Slowly, after the flute song ended, Shui Qianjue slowly put down the jade flute and looked into the distance with blurred eyes.

She was so sad that she forgot that there was someone beside her until Luo Liuling regained consciousness and looked at the motionless Shui Qianjue. His expression was so pitiful.

"Jue, what's wrong with you? What's on your mind?"[

When she said this, Luo Liuling's heart skipped a beat. How could she not know what he was thinking? But at this time, she could only pretend not to know anything.

The sudden sound made Shui Qianjue tremble, and when he turned around, he saw that engraved face right in front of him.

But it's not touching, just looking at it. This feeling is simply a kind of torture.

"Ling, why are you up here?"

"I feel bad when I see you playing the flute alone."

Luo Liuling tilted her head, her eyes filled with tiny moonlight.

"Ling, tell me if he is him."

As if he was escaping from something, Shui Qianjue changed the topic and looked directly at Luo Liuling, as if he wanted to see something in her eyes.

Luo Liuling naturally knew what Shui Qianjue was talking about and whether he was Ye Wushang.

"Jue, you know, there are some things I can't

"You can't tell me, can you? It turns out that in your eyes, I am so untrustworthy."

Inexplicably, Shui Qianjue's tone was a little unpleasant, and he felt panicked.

"Jue, if one less person knows something, there will be less danger."
Chapter completed!