"You guys back a little."

"It's squeezed to me!"

"Who plucked my hair?!"

"Let me see!"

Feng Luo and the others tried their best to pull the wooden door and look out through a gap. Everyone was squeezed together. Ying Li angrily scolded them for not following the rules and squeezed into the middle the next second.

It's like a stacked arhat.

"Huh? Why can't you see anyone?" Feng Luo scratched his head and was puzzled.

The others retreated silently, and sealed them down on the door.

Next second—

The door suddenly kicked open from outside. Due to physical inertia, Fengluo rushed directly to the ground and saw black and golden boots.

Finished.

"Do you want to see enough?" Your Highness sneered.

"Uh..." It's not impossible, Ming quickly said, "No, no, you guys continue."

Feng Luo crawled in from the ground and patted the snow on his body, raised his head and looked at the sky as if nothing had happened: "Huh? Why is this snow white?"

Ranbai glanced at him.

Feng Luo rolled back to the attic, smiled at Ranbai, and then closed the wooden door to leave space for the two of them in the world.

The attic was quiet now, and no one dared to listen to the corner: "Come on, let's continue drinking."

At midnight, I was drunk.

I don’t know who suddenly asked, “How did Your Highness look like before?”

Ying Li's movement suddenly stopped.

The atmosphere was a bit subtle, and only Phoenix was still holding the wine jar stupidly: "Your Highness? Your Highness has always been super good..."

"I'll tell you a story." Ying Li said.

"Do you know where Siwu is?"

Feng Luo heard something: "Six Realms Hell."

"That year, Your Highness came out of Siwu and met a young man." Ying Li said calmly, thinking about something and looking at the direction of the candlelight, "Your Highness at that time... except for his eyes, he could see the sunlight, he could not hear or speak, and had no taste or pain."

"The boy took her in and let her recover from her injuries and treated her very well."

"What happened later?" Feng Luo asked.

"Later." Ying Li smiled, "Later he stabbed His Highness with one sword, and he would die forever."

There is no redemption at the end of the story, only betrayal.

"Why?"

He is obviously a life-saving benefactor, so why do you do this?

"Because Your Highness is the nemesis, he wants to do this for the people of the world. It's just a cost-effective way to abandon one person, right?"

You see, those people are so easy to deceive, they are just secular, but they are just nemesis.

The truth is buried in the bones and will not be mentioned again.

Feng Luo fell silent.

"It's really difficult for her to get to this day, it's already very hard." Ying Li said softly, "Sir, not only Your Highness is happy, but I am also happy."

He knows that he can say this today.

Your Highness has put it down.

Just mentioned one or two.

Later, this topic was quickly overwhelmed, as if no one had mentioned it.

All of them got drunk on this day, and the attic was warm.

Before the Phoenix got drunk, she reached out and said, "I! Let me go, I can still drink!"

Feng Luo was also drunk, and he was frustrated by his annoyance: "Drink, you phoenix."

"I want to drink... I also want to steal your highness's peach blossom wine." Phoenix couldn't say a few words, so he lay down on the couch, with the warm light and shadows. The last sentence was muttering something in a vague way, and he could hear it when he got closer.

"She just wants to live, so she is so guilty..."

…

Half an hour later.

The snow is still falling, and the moon does not appear.

The gentleman waited with her and sat in front of the yard steps.

Ranbai glanced at the dark gray sky indifferently and said without any emotion: "I lost."

The gentleman suddenly held her hand, gently and caring fingers intertwined, and every minute and every second was extremely slow: "A Bai is sure?"

Ranbai narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"Sir, I saw the moon." He smiled, "It was Abai who won."

He can't see it.

The choice of winning or losing is in Ranbai's hands.

Ranbai didn't lie to him.

but--

He will never let her lose.

Ranbai looked at him, and her eyes were far away and scattered in the mountains and rivers. She had a heartless bone, and even her blood was cold.

A thousand freehand styles of freehand styles jump at the top of your eyebrows, and a casual glance of the wind and clouds are light while talking and laughing, and the narrow and long tail of your eyes are full of romantic feelings, and the slight feelings are like affection.

It took a long time to smile: "Well, the moon is coming."

She never bet on the moon, it was him.

She will definitely win.

"What are Abai's New Year's wishes?"

In the heavy snow in the courtyard, His Highness leaned over and supported him with one hand. His red dress and silver hair were like a painting, the cold snowflakes and the clear fragrance lingered together, and his slender and pale fingers picked open the gentleman's eyes.

There was no pause, no hesitation.

The white plain silk fell to the ground lightly, and finally revealed the gentleman's eyes.

The eyes are narrow and long and out of the world, and they are very beautiful, pure and desire-free eyes, as soft as the wind and snow, as if there is a cycle of sun and moon, and they are not shocked when they see the vastness of the heaven and earth.

She had seen him smiling, with his eyes curled up, clean and calm, as if the sunlight fell into it, and the morning light was bright.

"It looks great." She said hoarsely, pressing the cold fingertips at the end of the gentleman's eyes, rubbing them faintly. The eyes that looked down on the ruthlessness of thousands of miles of worlds were now thrilling. A moon fell into it, and it was the emperor's deep affection for countless years.

The figure in Baiyi didn't say anything, her body was a little stiff, but she didn't move, allowing her to move.

"Sir, I want to ask you for a kiss." She smiled, word by word, her voice fell in the cold night, and every word was clear.

He paused and suddenly said, "I remember it all."

"Um?"

"I have memories of those worlds, but I have never forgotten them." The gentleman chuckled softly, clear and affectionate.

In the absence of memory.

They fell in love with each other again and again.

They have met countless times in the three thousand worlds, and have spoken of hidden love to the fullest in the ever-burning heat of the fire.

Countless cycles of reincarnation have beginning and end.

"What a coincidence, I didn't forget either."

Ranbai said.

"Abai can't treat me as a sir tonight."

The man was extremely gentle to her.

If the gods abandon all living beings, they will also prefer one person.

All condon and acquiescence are only in one sentence.

"You said." Ranbai's eyes were dark, and he could not see the sky light or emotions, and the darkness and pathological conditions were all sunken.

"I said." Every word he has a sound, leaving no way out.

A light kiss fell on the gentleman's eyes.
To be continued...