Under the sunset, blue waves and flowing water surround the pavilions and pavilions. There is a rare night pearl on the roof. The soft and soft light wraps the entire Jinshui Tower in peace.
This is the only place in the world of death that can be called peaceful, and flowers and plants can only grow in this place.
Xiu Jiyin was leaning on the bed quietly, staring at a white plum tree blooming silently beside the table. The plum blossoms that only bloomed in winter are here all year round. He has never liked flowers, but he likes this plum blossom.
Cold and aloof, domineering, not beautiful enough, not charming enough...just like its mistress
When did he first realize that she looked like Mei? He can't remember clearly, just like he couldn't remember when he fell in love with her. By the time he realized it, he was already stuck in the mud, drinking poison to quench his thirst, but he was happy with it.
She is really poisonous, the strongest poison, the most severe punishment
Perhaps because his world is a deserted snowfield, with biting cold wind and no grass growing, he has been lonely for too long. For too long, other plants that did not know their own strength were frozen to death by the violent wind and snow, and only that one plant with tenacious vitality was
Meihua survived and only she could live in his world, letting him know that he was not alone in the huge cold winter. They warmed each other and hurt each other. In the final analysis, they just accompanied each other.
He loves her so much, but she doesn't love him, he knows
I don’t know when I reached out my hand and broke the proud plum blossom.
--"You are so brave, you dare to block my way!"
Such a sound came from the door. Young Master Xiu Xun walked over. It was Yin Jiaoyue who was about to go out, but was blocked by his guards at the door.
He said calmly: "That's what I meant."
She did not give in: "I want to go out, please get out of your way."
There is no other woman in the whole world of death who dares to be so disrespectful to the young master. Looking at the young master’s face gradually cooling down, all the slaves in the room were so frightened that they even breathed lightly.
He was trying his best to suppress his anger, and his tone was still very calm, but already cold: "It's getting late, it's not too late to go out tomorrow if there's nothing important."
She didn't follow his steps: "No, it's very important."
"Yin Jiaoyue!" He is not a person who is good at controlling his temper. He has tried his best to do it more than once, but she can force him to reveal his true colors every time. "It's extremely important? It's so funny! I went to have a private meeting with Bu Nanxiao late at night, that's it.