Liusu felt an inexplicable pain in her heart and smiled sincerely. She still couldn't remember how long it had been since she had smiled so easily.
"It's very lonely without the sound of my bosom friend's flute!" Liusu smiled at the peach blossoms in the sky, "I think the peach blossoms are more like the son's bosom friend, with your playing and dancing as his accompaniment."
"Peach Blossom..." The young man in white stretched out his hand, and the pink petals fell on the white palm. It was very beautiful and harmonious. Liusu had never seen such a beautiful hand. The fingers were long and white, the bones were slender, and he was more beautiful than everyone else.
His hands are even more beautiful. However, his hands are tough and powerful, like holding the power to sweep thousands of armies. A vague domineering force overflows from the palm of his hand, giving people a deep oppression.
"Do you think peach blossoms are beautiful?" the young man in white asked.
Liusu was startled, is it beautiful? She actually doesn't like peach blossoms very much. She always feels that peach blossoms are too coquettish and ostentatious. Words that can be associated with peach blossoms seem to have an ambiguous derogatory meaning. She likes the delicateness of pear blossoms and likes chrysanthemums.
I like the elegance of plum blossoms, but I don’t like peach blossoms.
As if the young man in white could see through her thoughts, he moved his hand and pink petals scattered in the breeze, "Actually, peach blossom is the loneliest flower."
People say that the peach blossom is the flower that likes liveliness the most, but as everyone knows, it likes liveliness, but it is because of loneliness. Because of loneliness, it likes liveliness.
And the excitement makes it even more lonely.
Pink snow is falling all over the sky, and the trees are blooming desolately. Who appreciates it, who is happy, and who is singing sadly.
Liusu's heart was suffocated, and she suddenly felt a lonely air flowing around the young master in white clothes, which was so strong that it made people sad.
"What I saw today, I hope the girl will treat it as a dream!" The gentle voice of the young man in white contained a cold warning.
Liusu nodded, she was not a talkative person, "Please don't worry, sir, not a word will be leaked out!"
At this time, Uncle Han came back, all clean, "Sir, you've cleaned up!"
The young man in white just nodded lightly. When Uncle Han saw this, he said to Liusu: "Girl, please leave!"
Liusu pursed her lips. In such a beautiful environment and elegant aura, there was an indescribable aloofness and coldness. I am afraid it would be difficult to find such a special residence.
The young man in white half-covered his eyelids and played with the golden thread in his palm, showing no intention of retaining it. Liusu had no choice but to turn around and leave. After walking a few steps, he turned back, hesitated, mustered up the courage, and asked, "What's your name?"
name?"
The young man in white clothes was as calm as water, without raising his head, and said calmly: "When we meet by chance, don't ask for your name. It's just a dream, and the mortal world has passed, forget it all!"
Hearing this, Liusu sighed slightly, turned around and left without insisting on asking!
After she left, Uncle Han said: "Sir, those men in black just wanted to kill that girl, but they pretended to be from the Ice Moon Palace!"
"Has everything been cleaned up?"
"yes!"
"There are quite a few people pretending to be Ice Moon Palace in recent years, and most of them are swindling! Uncle Han, is the mechanism in the bamboo forest destroyed? Why can a woman who doesn't know martial arts easily enter the small building?" The young man in white asked calmly.
"The old slave has checked it, and there is no change. It is really puzzling that this girl can come in. Master, could she..."
The young man in white raised his hand and said calmly: "There is no need to mention this matter again. How did the matter go?"
"It's done!"
The young man in white nodded, pushed the wheelchair, and slowly entered the small building, followed closely by Uncle Han.
