Red lanterns were hung all over the courtyard, filled with joy.
Wen Xining felt panicked due to Beitang Shuo's commotion just now. Now, while there was no one around, he came to the garden for a walk.
Passing by the lotus pond, I saw the lotus flowers blooming all over the pond, so I stopped and came to the pond. I heard a faint and sad flute sound brought by the wind. I looked around wondering about the source of the sound, and saw that I saw the opposite side of the lotus pond.
A handsome man stood in the pavilion and played quietly to himself.
Wen Xining originally wanted to break off a lotus flower and play with it, but now that he saw that the handsome man had no intention of picking flowers, he ran towards it, stepping on the grass and picking willows. When he got close to the pavilion, he slowed down again and looked at the red flower.
Under the sparse light of the red lantern, a man in green clothes, dressed in rich clothes, stands in the pavilion. His tall body exudes a touch of nobility, and the silence is mixed with a hint of sadness, and a weak depression lingers.
The body, like a weak willow blowing in the wind, floats in the shadow of the lamp, illusory and unreal.
Under the bright dim light, looking at his back made one couldn't help but feel pity for him, and he didn't know what kind of frightened appearance he would see when he turned around.
Wen Xining thought this, and the man seemed to feel her presence, and slowly turned around, and then... the certain woman turned to stone.
Those dark bright eyes were like stars in the sky. The moment he turned around, they flashed deeply into the corner of Wen Xining's eyes. Then he saw the slender and thin face, as well as the skin as pale as snow, and the tight thin skin.
Lips. A pair of phoenix eyes stared at her deeply, a hint of melancholy appeared in the eyebrows, and the thin red lips moved slightly, as if he was hesitant to speak.
The nymphomaniac Wen Xining was completely attracted by the beautiful man in front of her, and even ignored the complicated emotions in his eyes.
While Wen Xining was in a daze, Beitangjin was also stunned. He did not expect to meet her here.
The goose-yellow moonlight splashed on her cheeks, and a trace of reflection contrasted with the red robe, making her face look even more pink and lovely. The shallow pear dimples carved the smile at the corner of her lips, and the long eyelashes fluttered to cover her face.
She has a pair of watery eyes. Her eyebrows are covered slightly by ink-colored green hair. Her cloud hair is held high in her hair, and her mist bun hangs down her shoulders. A golden phoenix soaring and swaying with golden light is particularly dazzling in the center of the hair. The protruding phoenix mouth is holding a golden phoenix.
The glass beads gently dangled in front of his forehead.
She is so beautiful in red makeup, but it is so dazzling because she is not wearing this red makeup for him.
But why... there was only smile in her starry eyes when she looked at him, but no hurt or hatred?
Does she no longer hate him? Or has she given up on him completely and accepted his third brother calmly?
"Ning'er..." A helpless and apologetic call escaped from Beitangjin's mouth.
Wen Xining, who finally came to his senses, smiled, tilted his head and said, "Handsome boy, do you know me?"