After the dance, the girl in white suddenly flew straight towards the boy in white and looked at him coldly: "Who told you to peep here?!" Her voice was as cold as the ice river was about to be untied.
The boy in white smiled and said, "Good dance! It just destroyed these flowers."
The place where the girl in white danced, there were indeed peach blossom petals all over the ground.
The girl in white pursed her thin lips and said disdain: "What's your business?" Her voice was cold and cold, and she was as cold as the peach blossoms in March.
The boy in white smiled: "Burning the piano and cooking the crane, and destroying flowers with a harsh hand are always a big destruction."
The girl in white glanced at the fallen flowers on the ground: "What can I do if I destroy them, so what can I do?"
The boy in white smiled slightly, pulled out a jade flute from his sleeve, and leaned against the peach tree and started to blew it slowly.
As the sound of the flute flowed, the fallen flowers on the ground flew up one after another, and flew back to the branches as if they were alive...
The girl in white listened and watched quietly beside her.
After the song ended, all the fallen flowers flew onto the branches again, colorful and even more brilliant.
"How? Flowers are better grown on the branches." The boy in white smiled in his eyes.
The girl in white shook her sleeves and said in a faint tone: "I didn't expect you to have such skills. However, these flowers will sooner or later, just sooner or later."
The boy in white stared at her face and smiled: "Flowers are extremely delicate things, and it is also good to be able to stay on the branches for one more day."
The girl in white glanced at him: "I didn't expect you to be a person who cherishes flowers." She turned around and wanted to leave.
"Miss walking slowly, haven't you asked the girl for her name?" The boy in white felt reluctant in his eyes.
"A Qian." The girl in white replied lightly, and her figures flew straight into the peach blossom forest and disappeared in an instant.
...
The heavy rain poured, and thunder and lightning were connected one by one, and the dazzling light almost cut through the sky.
A young man in white sat at the desk and wrote a painting. In the painting, there was a peach blossom forest. A girl in white was dancing gracefully in the peach blossom forest...
The window was suddenly knocked open, and a beautiful white shadow flashed in, and a bright white lightning flashed behind her, and was about to hit her body!
The boy in white almost didn't think about it, and reached out and pulled the white shadow behind him. With a wave of his hand, a light blue light wave emitted, touching the dazzling lightning!
The lightning disappeared, and the boy in white staggered and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"How are you?" The girl in white reached out and held him.
"A Qian." The boy in white smiled with relief in his eyes: "It's fine if you're fine."
A Qian turned her head and looked at him for a while: "I heard that you are a romantic wanderer. Are you saving every girl so desperately?"
The boy in white froze, stared at her for a while, and asked, "A Qian, do you know who I am? I'm very happy that you can come to me."
A Qian pursed her lips and turned her eyes slightly: "Of course, you are the most romantic Prince Jing in the world. I didn't come to find you specifically. I'm just avoiding the thunder..."