When Mo Qingcheng saw Lie Ruge didn't speak, he thought it must be impossible, so he continued to ask

"What about the bees?"

Lie Ruge was completely at his wits end this time. What was going on in this woman's mind? She was full of weird ideas. So, the landing was rapid, but also had a hint of helplessness...

Mo Qingcheng wanted to scream, but when he saw the scene around him clearly, he was stunned and could only say two words - so beautiful...

Like the edge of a cliff that has been struck by an axe, a few Kapok trees bloom enchantingly, reflecting the vast and boundless grassland around them. They stand proudly, but are indescribably solitary and beautiful. They are as bright as a song and are so bright that it makes people feel distressed.

…

On the green grass, small purple wildflowers dotted the petals gently in the breeze. At a glance, they looked like waves with golden edges in the sea, lingering and winding... The occasional pink flowers popped up alone, which just made up for it.

Despite the monotonous colors of the surroundings, facing the wind, there is also a proud and natural flavor...

And the most special thing is the colorful butterfly with a bright blue luster. At this moment, it is only dancing in this desperate place. It looks like it doesn’t know the feeling of sorrow and peace, adding a bit of fairy spirit. And the cliff edge is even more so.

A strange and rugged stone was erected. It was sharp but seemed to be perfect for this place. It added a bit of sadness to the cliff. Looking from a distance, I just felt that the stone seemed to be dripping blood...

Mo Qingcheng, like a ghost, came out of Zilie Ruge's arms and ran towards the stone... When he saw the writing on the stone clearly, he felt that even his breathing was tainted with a bit of desolation...

The color of blood outlines uninhibited love...

I don’t know if it’s the stone that’s talking, or the person who carved the words...

"We can't live, we can't die, we can't have the underworld, we can't have the blue sky. Even though we are still alive, we are still dead, so why should we stay with each other? It's better to spend the half-life and not-dead time thinking about each other..."

In this case, this cliff was given such a name - Bansheng Cliff...

Half are still alive, half are dead, for the love that will never happen in this life...

For some reason, Mo Qingcheng reached out and touched the extremely smooth stone, but for some reason, a long-lost sadness suddenly emerged... And Lie Ruge, who was standing behind him, said nothing, with his beautiful eyes lowered...

Finally, after a moment, I spoke lightly against the wind. That voice seemed to have dispersed if it was blown by the wind. It was empty and fragile with no fulcrum...
Chapter completed!