Dragging her wet body, the silver-faced woman strode under the moonlight with hidden annoyance.
This is the second time that a man has scared him like this, besides the bastard Shi Xiuyi.
I really don’t understand what I’m afraid of?
Even if he takes off the mask, he won't recognize that he is Qianxi's!
Stopping her hurried pace, she leaned tiredly on the tree trunk with one hand and breathed heavily.
The body gradually became soft and weak, sliding down the dry tree trunk a little bit...a little bit...
Looking up at the hazy moonlit night, her slender fingers slowly took off the half of the silver mask on her cheeks...
I don’t remember how many years this mask has been with me, but every time I put it on, I feel as if a spell has been cast on me. Qianxi with the character of Vino transforms into a confident and proud silver-faced woman.
Ah……
What is the reason for this?
Does the mask have magical power, or does one become another person when living under the mask? Which side is the real self? This question has puzzled Qianxi for many years...
On the road beside the blue lake, a speeding taxi stopped quickly on the roadside.
"Sir, do you want to get off the car?"
The man in the back seat ignored the driver's inquiry, but opened the door sluggishly, and slowly got out of the taxi...
He is at least over 1.8 meters tall. He is dressed in slightly tight black clothes that show off his perfect figure. His flaxen hair is stunningly beautiful, and he has a pair of clear, bright, slightly childish eyes.
He has a straight nose bridge, smooth skin, thin lips with a lovely pink color, and a beard under his exquisite and beautiful facial features. This is very inconsistent with his actual age and appearance, but he looks quite good.
It feels a bit like a wandering artist.
"The most... the most beautiful しかった!... (Japanese: so... so beautiful...)" The man's eyes were stunned as he looked at Qianxi sitting under the tree not far away.
Her graceful figure, paired with a tight-fitting silver outfit and slender arms holding up a silver mask, presented an extremely sultry beauty under the moonlight.
"Is she the laurel goddess in Greek mythology, who jumped down a valley crack and turned into a big tree to avoid the courtship of the sun god Apollo?" The man finished praising in a less fluent Mandarin, turned around and hurriedly got out of the taxi.
A drawing board was taken out from the back seat.
"Sir, do you want to get off the car?"
The man still ignored the driver's inquiry, took the drawing board and ran towards the direction where the silver-faced woman was sitting...
"Sir! You haven't given me the money yet. Do you want to escape from the car?"
The driver's angry exclamation echoed across the night sky. At the same time, the silver-faced woman sitting under the tree was also shocked. Her cold eyes flashed and she quickly put on a half-face mask. When the Japanese man arrived, she had already
Disappeared in this beautiful scenery...
"Laurel Goddess?! Laurel Goddess?!" The man called her anxiously in the night sky, but for a long time, she never appeared: "Alas..." With a disappointed sigh, he sat on the grass dejectedly.
"You little Japanese want to take a ride without paying?!" The driver's uncle chased him, grabbed him by the collar and said angrily: "Let's go to the police station with me!"
"Master, you misunderstood. I had no intention of escaping from the car." The man explained hurriedly, reaching for his wallet in his pocket: "This is the taxi fare, there is no need to look for it."
The driver glanced at it, snatched the hundred-dollar bill from his hand, then relaxed his hands with satisfaction, and staggered away...
"Alas..." With a faint sigh, the man walked towards the tree where the silver-faced woman had just sat, stroking the dry trunk with one hand, and slowly closed his eyes...
Suddenly, a trace of residual thoughts flashed through his mind. The man quickly picked up the drawing board on the ground and sat on the floor. He closed his eyes and sketched the residual image on the empty drawing paper based on his memory just now.
After a while, the man opened his eyes nervously, looked at the drawing paper in his hand, and smiled, a bright smile.
The originally empty drawing paper now vividly outlines all the beautiful scenery that just happened, but...
The most attractive thing is the profile of the silver-faced woman in the painting, raising her mask with one hand and looking up at the night sky...
"The moon goddess, I will definitely find you!" The man finished speaking infatuatedly, his intoxicated face slowly moved closer to the drawing paper, and his lips gently touched the paper. Lightly fell on the lips of 'Laurel Goddess'...