The drizzle is like fog, and the night wind is like complaining.

Not long after we stepped out of Qingweixuan, the sky had turned dark and light rain started falling.

The late summer night brings together all the coldness before late autumn.

"Ye Wujue, look, the fireflies are so beautiful." As Ye Wujue walked to the depths of Jinhu Lake, Qianling saw countless orange bright spots flickering on the shore, occasionally flashing up and down, occasionally left and right, dotted with stars,

Sparkling in pieces, like the stars in the sky.

They are flying among the large albizia bushes by the lake, and the enchanting flowers are blooming by the lake, just like the red lips of the daughter's house, the color is blurred.

Reaching out to catch a small firefly, and watching it flying in the palm of his hand, Qian Ling excitedly brought it to Ye Wujue: "Look, it's flying in the palm of my hand." The clear eyes that curled up with a smile were the most beautiful.

Innocence.

Concentrating on thousands of spirits, Ye Wujue smiled and said nothing.

For the first time, Qian Ling saw his real smile, like the gentle breeze in spring, warm and seemed to be wrapped in a faint fragrance of green grass.

He raised his eyes, their eyes met, and he caught a glimpse of the starry smile in his eyes. Qian Ling looked away in panic, and his cheeks suddenly turned red.

In the endless starry sky, a meteor streaked across the night sky, leaving a bright trail. The bright brilliance fell in Qianling's watery eyes. Ye Wujue felt that it was the most beautiful color in the world.

"Ling'er." He called Qian Ling softly, just like the intimacy between lovers.

"Do you know what my name is?" He looked at Ye Wujue in astonishment. His black hair reflected his clear eyes. His eyes were so bright that they could almost drown a city. Ye Wujue looked up at him from a slightly slanted angle.

Jue's eyelashes were so long that they seemed to be covered with broken starlight, and the cold gaze in her deep eyes almost blended into the dark night.

"Luo Qianling, what's your problem? You are my wife. How could I not even know your name?"

Luo Qianling!

The woman who was trampled to death by her, the woman who looked exactly like her, even had the same name as her.

Ming Ye! What is the relationship between that woman and her?

This, the relationship between this is really too complicated, Qian Ling feels that that woman is inextricably related to her.

"What are you thinking about?" He stroked Qian Ling's hair, and under the endless night sky, Ye Wujue leaned over and stared at her.

The night was very quiet, so quiet that one could seem to hear the heartbeat of the other party. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Wujue. His eyes revealed a wisp of smoky blue, which made people look down upon him.

"What do you want to do?" Looking at Ye Wujue's lips getting closer and closer to him, Qian Ling secretly held his breath. He didn't want to kiss her, right?

Why did she not only not want to avoid it this time, but also had a small expectation?

Could it be...

"Hurry up and find a place to hide." He opened his mouth and broke Qian Ling's fantasy.

"What? What are you looking at?" As he spoke, Qian Ling was protected by Ye Wujue behind him. Looking in the direction he was looking, Qian Ling only saw the flickering light of the fire.

call out!

Qian Ling heard something whistling past her ears, carrying a cold wind.

"Who is that person?" In the cold night wind, a dozen men in black emerged from nowhere. They were all wearing masks, some with crying faces and some with smiling faces, which was very mysterious.

Whoosh!

Several flying knives shot straight at Ye Wujue.

A soft sword was drawn out from Ye Wujue's waist. After blocking those flying knives, he stood proudly in the wind, his long arms tightly protecting Qianling in his arms.
Chapter completed!