He is always considerate and gentle to her. He follows her, gets used to her, pampers her, and does whatever he wants. He never asks, as long as she is happy.

She wants to go up, no problem, accompany her to the end.

Smile and turn away, looking at his back, the moon night can not help but give birth to a trace of gratitude and guilt.

However, Zhan Ye is here, not when she thinks nonsense, so after sorting out her mood a little, she laughs and says, "let's go together."

Zhanye did not speak, turned around and walked slowly.

In early spring, the peach blossom and pear blossom in the yard bent the branches, and the petals fell down with the wind and covered the ground.

Stepping on the thin petals, the light steps fall silent, silent, like there is no one behind.

Zhanye frowned slightly, and suddenly turned around. What he saw was a beautiful smiling face.

The dark eyes are full of light, with a quiet smile. The bridge of nose is small and beautiful. The lips are like peach blossoms blooming on the branches. They are fresh and tender. The radian of the corners of the lips is soft, and the sharp chin is delicate and beautiful.

"When I saw this face for the first time, I also felt strange." Moon night lightly caresses his face and says that the silence of zhanye is largely due to this strange face.

"In fact, it's all right for you to be anything." Said Zhan ye in a low voice.

On the night of the moon, he looked up at his eyes and said frankly, "thanks to the turtle shell of the thousand year old black purple turtle you sent me, I left ahead of time because of something that day..."

"I know." Zhan Ye rarely smiles, with a handsome and cold face. Because of that smile, he is a little soft. "Drama day, we always have no fate, is it fate?"

Moon night a Zheng, did not expect that always so cold war field, incredibly will believe the doomed said.

She frowned slightly and saw that the smile on Zhan Ye's face gradually became bitter. She opened her mouth slightly and felt sad for a while. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

"Don't say anything." He shook his head gently, raised his hand, and pushed away a wisp of black hair scattered on her cheek. His fingertips touched her face gently. He hesitated for a moment, but he held back his desire and moved his fingers away.

"I don't want to see you sad. Can I smile?" The voice is low and slightly dull.

On the night of the moon, the corner of the mouth rises, trying to squeeze out a smile.

Zhanye laughs in a low voice. His mood seems to be more cheerful. He raises his hand and looks at the falling flowers. His expression is peaceful in the flying petals.

"I used to think that if I had protected and cared for Beiyue since I was a child, our ending would be different."

As he said this, he paused for a moment and smiled a little ironically.

"Now I understand that even if time goes back and makes me go back, nothing can be changed. The person I like is always far away from me..."

Zhan Ye has always been a quiet person, cold and hard to get close to since he was a child. Today, he says so many things at once, which makes the heart of moon night suddenly want to block something, a burst of depression.

Looking at zhanye from behind, his back is tall and slender, like a high mountain, sheltering from the wind and rain in front of her.

But such a strong back, in her eyes at the moment, also feel a little fragile and lonely.

After the loss of Sakura night, the invincible Prince zhanye seems to be very vulnerable all of a sudden.