The moon rises on the treetops, and the cold night wind blows on your face. The moonlight is soft and hazy, and the breeze blows by, carrying the intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

The night wind raised three thousand black hairs, the stunning man's eyebrows were picturesque, his charming eyes were silk, and his outline was perfect and soft, but his willow eyebrows were slightly frowning, and the brown-red tear mole under his eyelid was faintly melancholy, and his stunning face was even more covered with a faint sadness.

The tall and tall figure stood in the wind. Hua Qingyan sighed deeply, opened the pair of long and oblique phoenix eyes that were hidden purple. He picked up the hibiscus flowers in his hand, and his voice was infinitely desolate.

"Furong, it's been ten years. What should I do with you?"

He asked quietly, and the flower on his fingertips was instantly crushed, leaving only a lingering fragrance on his finger.

He pulled down his waist and took out the jade screen flute from his waist. The green jade flute shone with green light under the moonlight. When the flute reached his lips, the leisurely melody slowly flowed out, and it flowed out in the moonlight with a faint sorrowful deep thought.

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"Qingyi, Mei Qingyi..."

In her sleep, Su Yiyi seemed to feel someone chanting the name gently in her ear over and over again.

"Um." She moaned, feeling the ink-colored shadows pressing on her, and it seemed that her warm big hands gently stroked her cheeks.

Who will be this time? Could it be Hua Qingyan? But Hua Qingyan, who is weak in body, will definitely not run in the middle of the night. So who will he be?

"Qingyi..."

A hoarse voice called in a low voice. Su Yiyi instinctively wanted to reach out and grab him, but why couldn't he use any strength?

The cold lips gently touched her eyebrows, the edges of her eyes, and finally fell on her lips. Although it took only a few seconds, why did it feel so real?

Is it just a dream?

His mind was in a mess. Su Yiyi tossed and turned, but he still woke up late at night. Suddenly, a melodious sound of flutes came from his ears. The sound of flutes seemed to be full of love, and a faint worry slowly flowed in her ears.

She listened quietly, and her heart felt a faint pain. The moonlight like water slipped in from the carved window frame and danced a soft and sad dance on the floor.

What happened to her tonight?

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PS: About whether 11 (Yiyi) is dreaming, and whether the man in the dream is Huahua (Hua Qingyan), I don’t know a certain fan, hehe... I go and write...
Chapter completed!