Qi Xia woke up suddenly. The flames of war in front of her eyes had disappeared without a trace. In the silent courtyard, only the sound of the piano remained.
The fragrance of flowers replaced the strong smell of blood. The singer in red sat among the flowers, tilting her head and looking at him with an indescribably weird look.
"Why are you...crying?" the singer's voice suddenly sounded.
Qi Xia was slightly startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek, but her fingertips felt a patch of moisture.
"I don't know." Qi Xia lowered his eyes, feeling pain in his chest that made it difficult to breathe, as if his heart had been hollowed out.
He seemed to have dreamed of something but couldn't remember clearly when he woke up.
In the dream, he seemed to have lost something most important, but what was it?
He remembered that there was a person who appeared in his dream. It was very important, but he could not remember her appearance, her figure, and her name. It was just such a vague figure, engraved on his soul like a brand.
.
"Ahem, let me say... although I know I can sing very well, there is no need for you to be moved and cry, right? This makes me so embarrassed." The singer cleared her throat, looked at Qi Xia, and turned her head again.
Go and throw a handkerchief over.
"Third Young Master Qi from the Qilin Family doesn't look good when he cries."
Qi Xia stared blankly at the handkerchief that fell in front of his feet. After a moment, he bent down to pick it up and chuckled: "The aim is really bad. It fell to the ground. Can it still be used?"
"Use it if you like. By the way, I have to charge money. It's not much. Just give me an extra bag of gold coins. Mr. Qi probably doesn't care about this little money." The singer shrugged.
"I don't care, I'm just afraid that if I give you enough money, you won't come to Lefang to support your family." Qi Xia said with a smile.
"No one would mind having too much money, right?" The singer tilted her head and looked at Qi Xia.
Qi Xia looked into her eyes and seemed to feel something in his heart. He suddenly stood up and walked towards the singer sitting among the flowers.
The singer in red frowned slightly as she looked at Qi Xia, who was approaching step by step.
"Although I've made you some money, you don't have to get so angry that you want to beat me up." The singer suddenly stood up, and Qi Xia had already arrived in front of her. His tall body blocked the moonlight and shrouded a shadow in front of her.
Large swaths of shadow.
"Has anyone ever said that your eyes are beautiful?" Qi Xia stopped and looked at those bright eyes, feeling somewhat familiar.
"Don't you think there's something wrong with the way you said this?" The singer raised her eyebrows slightly.
"What's wrong?" Qi Xia said with a smile.
"I always feel like you are teasing me." The singer looked away.
"Then take it as such." Qi Xia didn't refute.
"..." The singer turned her eyes and stared at Qi Xia, as if she was frightened by his words.
"I just think your eyes are very similar to the person in my dream. Do you mind if I take a look at your appearance?" Qi Xia said.
The singer immediately shook her head like a rattle.
The singer's refusal did not stop Qi Xia's thoughts. He suddenly took a step forward. The singer turned around and wanted to run away, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"Master, do you understand that I am a prostitute but not my body?" the singer exclaimed.
Amid her exclamations, Qi Xia reached out and lifted the veil from her face.
Under the moonlight, a face that made the world eclipse appeared before Qi Xia's eyes.
Qi Xia opened his mouth slightly and stared at the unfamiliar face that seemed very familiar to him.