Yi Lingxi's mood was waning. How could she start guessing?
She yawned and stopped guessing!
Just as he was about to close the window, he suddenly remembered something and typed three words like a prank: Yi Lingxi.
After a while, a burst of soft music sounded, and a picture flashed on the screen.
She, she actually went in![
Yi Lingxi was stunned for a moment, couldn't she?!
The person he loves most is actually himself?
Did his lover happen to have this name, or was it really him?
Looking at the picture again, I was stunned again. The picture showed a snow-capped mountain and a large snow-white eagle flying slowly in the sky.
There is a man and a woman sitting on the back of the sculpture. The woman is dressed in purple and has long hair, and the man is in white and has silver hair. The handsome man and the beautiful woman are particularly eye-catching. They look like gods and couples.
Yi Lingxi's heart skipped a beat, as if a hidden thread had been flicked by someone, and it was jumping wildly.
This scene looked so familiar, as if I had experienced it myself.
She even smelled the unique cold breath of the snow-capped mountains...
The music of space is also familiar to her. It is a relatively uncommon song.
Waiting, the song is soul-stirring, echoing in the dark night
can i wait for you
Under that faint moonlight
Miss you quietly
can i wait for you
in that familiar place
calling you softly
Your breath is carried in the wind
Your smile is reflected in the clouds
The birds in the forest cuddle up to each other [
I'm lonely
I'm waiting for you to come back
open that window
lean towards me
I'm waiting for you to come back
With an innocent demeanor
like a child
Clothes filled with your memories
The dreams at night are so clear
The cold dawn leaves only sighs
how to forget you
I would rather be lonely and give up freedom
I want to hold your hand no matter what
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
your promise
I will wait...
She stared at the picture in a daze. Although the men and women on the picture were painted with meticulous freehand brushwork.
But it gave her a strangely familiar feeling.
Especially the woman in purple, with her beautiful appearance and clear eyebrows, she vaguely resembles her!
And the man in white looks carefree and unconventional, lazy and a little evil.
A bit, a bit like the man who suddenly came and went that night, especially the silver hair, he looked very much like him!