lanzhanThe shelter I gave you has the effect of protecting the soul.
lanzhanYou are forgetful, I expect you to put this matter behind you. Therefore, I asked him to use purple electricity to help you turn on the effect of protecting your soul from Xi.
In this way, Jiang Cheng hit my purple electricity to protect my soul.
Fortunately, he really did it, otherwise, after my soul was scattered, I would never see Wei Ying again.
xiangfenglingI heard that for the past sixteen years, Hanguang-kun has been searching for people and things that replenish the soul.
xiangfenglingWhy... is he so nice to me and Wei Ying?
lanzhanFriends are hard to find.
lanzhanHe was my lifelong friend, and you...
lanzhanYou are a small fish in the depths of the cloud.
lanzhanYou have protected the deep clouds and do not know where to go, and you are kind to the Lan family. After that, I will protect you.
It turns out that Hanguang-kun is repaying his kindness.
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We had nothing to talk about, so we were silent with each other.
The plum fragrance is quiet, I sit on the edge of the bed, and my heart is very peaceful.
Sitting, really bored. I moved to the window, leaning slightly against the pear-tree lattice, and stared at the night sky.
When he looked up, the bead chain fringes of the hairpin shook, making a crisp sound when they collided.
The stars tonight are good, bright, and dense.
The new moon is halo, and its light is as bright as snow on flowers and trees.
I raised my hand, bent my arms, and the white gauze was in front of me. I thought I was covering the hooked moon in the night sky, but the moonlight passed through the long sleeves of the white gauze. At this look, it was as if the dress was shining brightly.
The familiar sound of the piano reverberated, and his fingers danced on the strings like tumbling butterflies.
On a whim, I stepped like frost and moonlight, throwing up my sleeves and dancing lightly.
I have never learned dance, and I choreographed a set of movements based on my feelings. Under the setting off of this elegant and quiet scene, it was as beautiful as poetry and painting.
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Wei Ying on the bed opened his eyes, he may have had a long dream, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were not dry.
He didn't spoil the elegance in the room, he just sat up silently, leaned back against the head of the bed and leaned against the board, his eyes spoiled, and quietly watched me dance.
The sound of the piano in my ears was gentle, the lingering sound was curling, and the white clothes fluttered in front of me.
All of this really seemed like a dream.
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