Cerulean clouds are rolling and unfolding, outlining a magnificent and resplendent feast of youth.

  "Of course, acting and whatnot requires some compensation,"

  But, with your unimpressive figure... I somehow feel that it's not worth it after all?"

  Ink-black eyes rippled with tiny waves

  He somewhat enchantingly touched his thin, gorgeous lips, looked him up and down, and smiled ambiguously.

  His sharp tongue has reached an unprecedented level of perfection, leaving me speechless and unable to retort.

  Silently gritting teeth and replaying the ambiguous smile on that face over and over again in my mind.

  Even so, it cannot change the fact that the seemingly unruly young man is actually the only one who has ever shown me genuine care and concern.

  "But... this time it's a bit too sharp, didn't they have a past relationship?"

  The topic suddenly changed, and thinking of his overly cold eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

  He who has always been playful and never serious, yet adheres to the principle of "well water not offending river water", why is he so harshly critical of that person?

  The corners of his mouth slowly fell, and his deep, dark eyes flickered with complex emotions.

  "Mo Liang, keep a distance from Ji Xi, his heart is too deep, and he's far more complicated than he appears."

  The tone changed to a slightly serious expression, as if warning of unpredictable danger.

  "Foolish... You should know that I don't want you to get hurt again, it's been three years, you should understand what by now."

  The crimson hair fluttering in the wind shines with an enchanting luster under the sunlight, and the charming eyes are filled with profound meaning.

  A warm feeling seeped into the bottom of his heart, and a patch of tenderness opened up in his dark, handsome eyes.

  Like flowing water, if I had met that enchanting young man earlier, wouldn't the performance now be a different kind of glorious youth?

  Three years is enough to settle all the leaded decorations, and it's enough to make that eternal memory in my heart fade into a mottled old trace.

  Time flies, it has been three years since I left that city.

  I remember that in the first year of entering this strange city, I was dragging a body full of scars and inexplicably fearful of everything around me.

  Dazedly, I always see contempt, disgust and disdain for myself in other people's eyes.

  From the initial panic and confusion to now calmly facing everything with a clear mind.

  They all have the warm-hearted companionship and protection of young people.

  Someone once said that memories are a bridge, but it's a bridge leading to loneliness.

  Trapped in the prison of love he gave me.

  Even if the empty city echoes with the desolate red dust, it still guards the lonely wandering in that sea of heart.

  A familiar and shallow summer painting a memory of what once was.

  The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, yet it seems to be softly humming a sorrowful tune that ultimately ends in the scattering of people and the falling of curtains.

  Young man, who are you? The ups and downs in the desolate memories, whose brush is that improper lingering.

  The warm sunshine of midsummer is like the eyes of a young man in his youth. Midsummer wipes away the dust that has been sealed deep within memories.

  Only now, he has been deeply buried in that desolate and abandoned heart city.

  Once a prosperous and flourishing world, with lights and fires everywhere, he built a magnificent city for her.

  One brick and one tile will eventually be eroded by the endless cycles of time.

  Never dared to imagine life after his death being despised and loathed by all.

  Now thinking about it, an unfamiliar city, a brand new life

  After three years of grinding, everything ultimately returned to a peaceful and serene state.

  Once true devotion, pure forever, little by little lost focus, but became blurry just right.

  Pain can make a person mature a lot, and the youth that was once stained with depression had a dark grey hue.

  But when you take that small step forward, you'll find that perhaps the dark clouds above are just a small patch of sky.

  Just like the flowers blooming and falling in front of the courtyard, the blue and green clouds are unfolding and rolling up. I will miss it, but also smile and let go of that obsession.

  The fleeting county flower appeared, the youthful confusion and promises of expectation all slowly passed away in that green space.

  Are you now indulged in the entwining love like a beautiful flower? Boy, as long as you are well, it is sunny.

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