Murong Xie lifted up his robe and sat next to Leng October. He woke up in a strange hotel and picked up a silver needle again, a silver needle with a hook. Is it Leng October? That girl who is as elegant as a lotus.
Although we only met once, it is etched in my heart.
"What does it have to do with you?"
Leng Yueyue sniffed the familiar scent. He moved slightly and answered coldly. Murong Xie's scent penetrated her heart unconsciously like colorless and odorless poison.
"I'm very sad. Is this yours?"
Murong Xie covered his chest with an evil smile. Although he said so, the reality was the opposite. He took out a silver needle from his pocket and shone brightly in the sun.
Special mark, special silver needle, Leng Shiyue pursed her lips... Why was her thing in his hand?
"yes!"
Leng Yueyue nodded and did not see a strange dark light flash in Murong Xie's eyes.
"Are you a woman?"
Murong Xie was very excited as he held Leng Yuyue's hand. Is it really a girl? Could it be a girl? Although the facial features are not very similar and the personalities are completely different, this silver needle is definitely left by that girl.
"Do you think it's possible?"
Leng Yueyue looked at Murong Xie seriously. He grabbed his hand and put it on his chest, which was flat. Murong Xie let go as if he was electrocuted.
"Do you still think I'm a woman?"
Leng Yueyue said coldly, looking at Murong Xie's performance sarcastically.
"….I recognized the wrong person!"
Murong Xie murmured, the touch under his hand was flat, but why was his heart beating so fast? The handsome face under the mask had turned red.
But then I thought about it, she is not a woman, that is to say, Leng Yueyue is not a girl as elegant as a lotus, so why are the silver needles exactly the same, and the special symbols are exactly the same. "Then how come you have this!" Still holding the silver needle
Don't let go, he must be connected with her.
"Maybe it's her, but it's absolutely impossible."
Leng October lowered her head, her whole body shrouded in sadness. She murmured to herself, full of sad emotions. She felt particularly lonely and sad at this moment.
"She may be my sister, but she is already dead."
Leng Yueyue raised his head, his empty eyes lost their sparkle, and he stared into the distance aimlessly. His ethereal voice was like the distant Sanskrit sound from heaven. Murong Xie felt that his heart was being squeezed tightly, and he was in great pain.
"So, I also want to know who the girl you saw is!"
Leng Yueyue grabbed Murong Xie's hand, veins appeared, and Murong Xie's hand was already red.
"I'm sorry for making you sad."
Seeing Leng Yueyue's behavior, Murong Xie no longer had any doubts. The girl might be his sister or someone else.
Leng Yueyue said nothing and left quickly, but Murong Xie saw the tears in the corners of his eyes.
It's just that he didn't see the curve of the corner of Leng Yueyue's mouth. Indeed, the female Leng Yueyue was dead, and Murong Xie and we no longer had any interaction.
The autumn wind was sad, and Leng Shiyue passed by Murong Xie. The wind dried the tears that had not yet fallen from the corners of his eyes, making his eyes blurry and losing direction. They were originally parallel and intersecting, but now they are far away from each other.
Three days passed leisurely, but Leng Yueyue and Murong Xie did not meet again, not even zero appeared. It seemed that Leng Yueyue felt that they had never met during these three days.
On Wednesday night, the autumn mood is getting stronger and the cold air is getting heavier. I wear a long white T-shirt, a short denim shawl, a flesh-colored scarf hanging around my neck, black jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. It is a cold October.
She wore a sunhat, and the gauze in front of the sunhat blocked the front, revealing her red lips, like rose petals stained with morning dew.