I'm used to seeing him in expensive custom-made suits or casual shirts, but seeing him appear in such antique clothes now is really a bit unaccustomed to him.
While she was staring at him, the moon was lightly covered by a dark cloud.
Situ Chenjue turned his face slightly. In the dim light, he looked like a god of night.
Randomly, something appeared on the tip of his finger, which turned out to be a green flute.
Just like that, on this elegant winter night, Situ Chenjue, the powerful CEO, stood there quietly like the elegant and graceful young master in ancient legends.
A melody blew softly from his lips.
The melody is a bit desolate, a bit imprisoned, but also a bit happy to meet a close friend and never get drunk after a thousand cups of wine.
While he was playing, Bai Mei seemed to have a soul, and seemed to admire his flute sound.
They rushed to land on his shoulders, his chest, and his hair.
Like a thin snow.
This scene is so beautiful, it seems to exist in a dream, and it seems that I have seen it in my previous life.
Did five hundred years of making wishes, looking back at the Buddha countless times, and turning around and passing by him lead to today's fate?
Huanyan stood there blankly, the wind blowing through the messy hair in her bun.
Her eyes were wet, and she suddenly felt that this moment seemed to have been destined hundreds of years ago.
At that time, maybe it was a twilight with glazed lights, or maybe it was a night full of spring and full of flowers and moon with floating clouds everywhere.
At that time, he was a royal noble whose identity was a mystery, and she was a stray woman in the land of fireworks.
We met under the moon, and with one look, we signed the contract for three lives. Just holding hands, looking back, and passing each other, every piece of white plum tells a little bit of the sadness of separation.
That scattered love...
The obsession of meeting again after a hundred years...
[In the end, I will lose the world for you]
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Huanyan couldn't help but step towards him gently, step by step, on the grass moistened by night dew.
Every step she took was very gentle, as if she was afraid of breaking her dream.
Shocked, I looked back at the startling glimpse I had waited for five hundred years.
Situ Chenjue slowly turned his face, his eyes were elegant and there was a smile on his lips, like the fragrance of plum blossoms.
White jade-like fingers gently put down the jade flute, and then, with a voice so gentle that it could turn people into water, she called out:
"Is it you Huayan?"
Hearing these two words, Huanyan had a subtle feeling in her heart.
Yes, she is his beauty.
Not Ye Xiaoyu, not the Ye Huanyan pretending to be Ye Xiaoyu.
That feeling was like a time and space reversal, as if he and she had finally found the truth about each other and found an agreement that would bind them for several lifetimes.
Abandon the cumbersomeness of the original body and return to the eternal promise.
This time, we can finally follow the promise made five hundred years ago...
She walked forward slowly, stretched out her white hands, and smiled at him under the plum tree: "Young Hero Mo Feng?"
The white plum blossoms were like pieces of butterflies, flying between the two of them.
Situ Chenjue's eyebrows raised.
At this moment, this woman is so beautiful!
Although she usually looks beautiful whether she wears a dress or casual clothes, today's outfit completely brought out the delicate and pitiful charm of her body that is unique to the soft beauty of the East.
——I'm sorry that I didn't update yesterday because of something else. I will try my best to update it today...
This chapter has been completed!