Jian Ninglu felt that if she really made Yun Qing embarrassed in public, she would be angry and would probably not pay attention to her.

If she had said something to stop her at this moment, she would have known her mistake and felt grateful to her, thus bringing her into the relationship.

Jian Ninglu suppressed the sneer at the corner of her lips, walked towards the two of them, and said gently, "Qingqing, stop making trouble, you can't dance at all--"

At the same moment, Yun Qing, who looked at Yun Rao gently, raised her snow-white hands slightly and suddenly moved.

Jian Ninglu's next words suddenly stuck in her throat.

She was like a chicken that was strangled by someone, her face froze in place with purple face, looking at the graceful figure that was so close to her incredible.

Not only her, at this moment, whether in front of or inside, in front of the screen, behind the scenes, everyone opened their eyes wide, like pieces of wooden stakes, staring at the dancing figure like an elf.

Also attracted were the men who had just driven to the vicinity, and... on the rooftop not far away, two figures standing side by side, one black and one white.

In the night when prosperity comes, the wind passes silently.

Everything around seemed to have gone away in an instant, with only the peerless shadow dancing in my eyes.

The snow-white skirt ridges are gentle with wave marks, and the bracelet made of blood jade is bright in the moonlight, but it can never cover the slender wrist.

The man was clearly close to him, but he seemed to be in the middle of the moon.

The wind blows through her long hair, through the corners of her skirt, through the snow-white skin, through the black eyes, and through the delicate red lips...

......

"Mother."

The woman turned around and hugged the little baby beside her, "Hmm?"

"Can I dance with them? I'm obviously better than them..."

"No..." The beautiful woman took a deep breath with trembling breath, obviously suffering in order to have to deprive her daughter of her hobbies. She said hoarsely, "Qingqing must remember that in this country, no one is qualified to let you dance for them, you must be the one who appreciates their dancing..."

The little girl looked eagerly at a group of dancing people outside the temple, "But mom, I like it, I want..."

"You can't say you like it," the woman suppressed her emotions and looked at her thin and pale daughter tortured by the illness with pity, almost crying, "I'm sorry, baby, my mother can't give you the freedom to choose, mom...love you."

......

Under the moonlight, Yun Qing opened her eyes and saw the far stars above her head.

The wind blows free breath and gently brushes every part of her body.

Yun Qing took a deep breath with greed.

She always forgets the fact that she is dead.

She is that person now, but not that person.

It seems that she has never been so free, and even gave her the idea of ​​wanting to go with the wind or time staying at this moment forever.

But whether it is greed or weakness, for her, there will always be only an occasional moment.

In this world, no one or anything can shake her beliefs!

Yun Qing calmed down slightly, and the last one of hersed body finished the Mingge dance.

The long dark hair fell quietly back to its original place along with the snow-white corners of the skirt.

She stood in the moonlight, raised her face slightly, revealing her black and beautiful eyes.
Chapter completed!