It was just impossible. She wouldn't look at Murong Jing with the eyes! She wouldn't snuggle in her arms like that... she would laugh with him and keep watching the sunrise and setting.
A little angry, Xiaobao turned around!
He quickly left the palace and headed straight out of the city!
He was running wildly, aimlessly!
If you want to take the feeling of flying in the wind, you can forget the desire in your mind,[
Until I left the capital, rushed to the top of a mountain, and saw a Jingxin Octagonal Pavilion.
There is actually a pavilion on the mountain?
Looking closely, there was a temple at the foot of the other side of the mountain.
Standing on the top of the mountain, the buildings in the temple are all in your eyes.
This is half of the mountain, but the other half is a cliff. On the opposite side of the cliff, there is still a mountain. Two mountains stand, and it feels like they are split from it.
He just used his light skills from the side.
At this time, he was lying on the top of the pavilion a little depressed.
The mountain wind blew, blowing his soft black hair.
He likes to stand on a high place, because when he stands on a high place, he looks like all things are as lonely and lonely as him.
It's afternoon now, and it's almost time for the sun to set.
"Sunset, after all... I can only watch it alone." Xiaobao's eyes were dim. A small hand involuntarily stroked his heart and was beating. It seemed that if he didn't do this, he couldn't feel that he was still alive.
Same.
What's the use of living for a long time? Nothing...
What you desire does not belong to you.
The sunset is setting, the night is opened, and the birds are returning to their nests...
The little treasure was still lying and still lying without moving, as if it was integrated with the heaven and earth.
Stars, all things are quiet
The giant wheel of time is still spinning.
Until the east is white and dawn comes.
On the octagonal pavilion on the top of the mountain, there is still a small body, with empty eyes looking at the sky without any object.[
The hair was soaked with dew, and so did the clothes.
At this time, a sound came from the pavilion, and it was the sound of sweeping the floor.
It was an old monk who came up and swept the fallen leaves and corners around the pavilion.