Just thinking about it, there was a rustle of footsteps behind the cloister. She heard the maid's careful voice: "be careful, princess, the ground is snowing."

"It's OK. You don't have to hold me. I can walk by myself." The clear and moving voice of a woman is soft and clear, just like the murmuring spring water, without any attack.

"But..." the maid hesitated, and the girl who was speaking had broken away from the maid's hand and came slowly.

The little fox was in a daze. When he heard the voice, he turned around. He saw only one person coming to her, but he was about to step down like he didn't see her at all.

Or the moon night moves fast, immediately controlling the fox's consciousness, flashing to the corner quickly, to avoid being trampled on the fate.

The impolite person......

the little fox complains in his heart, but the moon night raises his head, looks at her, and makes a slight movement in his heart. He whispers: "Princess Beiyue."

Although she didn't see her for more than a year, she recognized her at a glance. The princess of Beiyue is also 18 years old this year. The more beautiful she is, the more attractive she is. She has a small melon seed face, delicate and soft facial features, and a typical graceful and soft beauty.

If the facial features can be more atmospheric and sharp, I believe it will be better.

This idea was raised in her heart for no reason. The moon night could not help but smile twice. She is jealous. Other people have spirits, but she is just a soul...

then the princess of Beiyue can't see her eyes, so she almost stepped on the fox just now. She is kind-hearted. If she could see, she would have avoided it.

Moon night is more tolerant and compassionate in mind, following her, slowly towards the direction of the piano sound.

The place where the wind even wings play the piano is under a cluster of flower racks in another courtyard. There are no flowers or green vines in this season. There are only a few withered branches swaying sadly in the snow.

Under the flower stand, the fiddler was dressed in white. No matter how heavy the wind and snow were, he seemed to feel nothing.

Slightly drooping eyes at the strings, under the eyelashes is a pair of stunning purple eyes, look too focused, someone close to do not notice.

It seems that he has been integrated into the piano sound, trapped in the illusion brought by the piano sound, and everything about the past seems to reappear.

I would rather be immersed in my dream than wake up.

The princess of Beiyue walked down the corridor without counting the steps clearly. When she stepped on the last floor, the steps were empty. Fortunately, the steps were very short, so she just stumbled and screamed.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

With a "clank" sound, a string broke. The broken string slid hard across the fingers, and a string of blood beads splashed on the snow.

The wind even wings raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him in a trance. His purple eyes widened slowly, as if he had forgotten to breathe and stared at her without turning.

Is it true that what I thought just now has become true?

When she came back...

she opened her mouth a little, and the word "month" could be exported, but she heard the princess of Beiyue say shyly, "I'm sorry, I've surprised your piano."

Uneasy voice, like a child doing something wrong, cheeks slightly red.

Wind even wing blinked eyes, a heart instantly sink under heavy ice.

It wasn't her.

He always has a good recuperation. No matter how turbulent his heart is, his face is calm, and no one can see his emotions.