Jing Luoxian was holding on to the door rail, and the crystal sunlight shone into his transparent silver pupils, so there was such a delicate and gentle light in his eyes, covering his transparent pupils with a shallow layer.
"You are different, you have different thoughts, you have a different smile"
"This is the reason why I have always protected you, my angel, the unique angel."
He gently closed the door, and pressed his whole body against the door. The warm light seemed to penetrate into his closed eyes, and his eyes were completely filled with that warmth--
"It only belongs to your smile." He chuckled, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth raised (Xiao Ai: Is it my imagination? The silken hair suddenly became as dazzling as the sun)
When Xia Nuonuo was enjoying the deliciousness of the porridge, he had another question in his mind
She likes Miyou, which is something no one knows...not even her brother knows
Silent Luoxian, why... is it so clear?
Of course, before Xia Nuonuo had time to do Conan, he heard a melancholy but warm, hazy but brilliant voice.
Those transparent melancholy seemed to be blended with the sunshine, omnipresent and filled in every dust. Such a clear melancholy melody made Xia Nuonuo involuntarily stunned. The hand holding the porridge was like a ghost.
hold tightly
There is a smell of tears and longing in the flying notes, as if a gust of wind from the Aegean Sea has blown a moist mist in the pupils.
It seemed that for the first time, Xia Nuonuo clearly saw the fragility and delicacy of Jingluoxian's domineering and unruly character. Through the music, it was so unobstructed and vividly presented to her eyes.
For the first time, Xia Nuonuo felt the familiar but unfamiliar feeling of desolation and desolation, which led her to walk out step by step until she walked behind Jing Luoxian.
He seemed immersed in the music and seemed indifferent to her sudden arrival.
Jing Luoxian sat upright on the piano bench, eyes closed tightly, and her long and narrow eyelashes swept back and forth on her fair skin, like an elf phantomed by the night, with her unusually beautiful body lines outlined by the rich darkness.
The flamboyant silver-white hair in front of his forehead covered his blurred eyes. The bright eyes that filtered in from the window shone unobstructedly on his pupils, casting a strange and tired light.
The wind passed by, flying up his hair and swirling her skirt,