All night long, her room was lit by candlelight, and the beautiful figure reflected in the window sometimes lowered her head, sometimes raised the thing in her hand to look at it carefully. As the sky in the distance turned white, the red light rose and jumped out of the horizon.
The shadow in front of him finally stretched.
The rooster crows and the temple bells are already ringing. Open the window and let in the fresh air. Close your eyes and enjoy the refreshing breeze of early autumn. Although you haven't slept all night, you don't feel tired at all. Maybe,
This is what people often call the magic of love.
Oh my God, what was she thinking about? She covered her face shyly, but she was snickering. Even she herself couldn't figure out whether this hazy feeling was love or not. She really couldn't imagine how to fall in love with each other.
It must be funny to talk about the appearance of love.
Turning his head, he looked at the results of a hard night's work on the table, and his smile spread unconsciously.
Early on, Mai Mai held a bag of things, knocked on the door of Wan Qixun's room, shook the things in his hand, and said with a smile, "Hey, this is for you." She handed it to him generously.
After that, he waved his hand and said, "It's called the Lucky Star. I made it myself. You must cherish it."
She didn't care if this behavior was ridiculous, she just wanted to express her feelings directly, without hiding or hypocrisy. Before coming to this other world, she had suppressed all her emotions for too long.
Looking at the blue color that was leaving, a smile appeared on Wan Qihan's slightly thin face. When he opened the small package in his hand, he found it was a star made of paper, which was cute and cute.
It’s so small and small that at first glance, you can probably touch more than a thousand pieces. Did she break all of these?
Lucky Star? Such a fitting name. Does it bring him luck? Or, knowing her is already his luck.
Slender fingers slowly caressed it, and her fragrance seemed to linger on it, blowing towards her face with the breeze. She held it carefully, like a treasure. Her heart seemed to be filled with these little lucky stars one by one.
The bleak autumn no longer looked pale and lonely. Every star was firmly thrown into the lake of his heart that had been calm for too long, stirring up circles of ripples that could not be resolved for a long time...
Xiao Yu came over with water to serve Wanqi Hao's face. Seeing him standing at the door almost stupidly, he asked curiously, "King Hao, what are you doing standing here? Even if you feel better, you can't do it so early in the morning.
Just blowing cold air?"
Putting away the lucky star in his arms, Wan Qixun turned around and entered the house, "Make some ginseng soup and send it over."
Xiao Yu immediately asked in confusion, "Who are you sending?" There were four of them. Apart from himself and King Xuan, there were only the princess and Sister Xuanyun. His heart moved slightly, and his big eyes blinked slyly twice, holding back his laughter.
Then he asked, "May I ask King Qi, are you going to give it to...Sister Xuanyun?"
"Ahem..." Wan Qiyun had not coughed for a long time, and he coughed softly a few times, but Xiaoyu could hear the unnaturalness in it and smiled even more, "It seems that the slave is right,"
"Go down." Wan Qixun's calm voice revealed a hint of relaxation.
"Yes, slave, go and prepare now." Xiao Yu responded seriously, and after exiting, laughter floated in.
His handsome face couldn't help but reveal a bit of...happiness.