The moon is above the treetops, and the cool night wind is blowing against my face. The moonlight is soft and misty, and the breeze is blowing, carrying the intoxicating fragrance of flowers.
The night wind stirred up three thousand blue hairs. The stunning man's eyebrows were picturesque, his charming eyes were silky, and his outline was perfect and soft. However, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the brown tear mole under his eyelids was filled with a hint of melancholy. His stunning face was even more...
It was covered with a faint layer of sadness.
Xin's tall and tall figure stood in the wind. Hua Qingyan sighed deeply, opened her long slanted eyes with purple hints, and twisted the hibiscus flowers in his hands, his voice infinitely desolate.
"Fu Rong, it's been ten years, what should I do with you?"
He asked quietly, and the flower on his fingertips was instantly crushed, leaving only a lingering fragrance on his finger.
Buttoning down his waist, he took out the jade-screen flute from his waist. The green jade flute glowed with a little blue light under the moonlight. When the flute reached his lips, the long melody slowly flowed out, with a touch of sadness and deep longing under the moonlight.
Float away.
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"Qingyi, Mei Qingyi..."
In her sleep, Su Yiyi seemed to feel someone whispering the name softly in her ear over and over again.
"Hmm." She murmured, feeling an inky shadow oppressing her, and it seemed like a pair of warm hands were gently stroking her cheeks.
Who could it be at this time? Could it be Hua Qingyan? But Hua Qingyan, who is physically weak, would definitely not run around in the middle of the night, so who could he be?
"Qingyi..."
A hoarse voice called in a low voice. Su Yiyi instinctively wanted to reach out and grab him, but why couldn't he use any strength?
The cold lips gently touched her eyebrows, around her eyes, and finally landed on her lips. Although it only lasted a few seconds, why did it feel so real?
Is it just a dream?
Her mind was in a mess. Su Yiyi tossed and turned, but she still woke up late at night. Suddenly, there were melodious flute sounds in her ears. The flute sounds seemed to be filled with love and a touch of worry in her ears.
Flow slowly.
She listened intently, her heart aching, as the watery moonlight slipped in through the carved window lattice, dancing a soft and sad dance on the floor.
What happened to her tonight?
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PS: Regarding whether 11 (一一) is a dream, and whether the man in the dream is Huahua (Hua Qingyan), I don’t know, hehe... I’ll go and code...