thing?
What is it?
Shen Zhiyi was a little flustered.
She leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and saw her long hair being twirled and curled by his fingertips, the rest floating in the water, intertwined with his silver hair. A complex feeling welled up in her heart.
We're going to separate.
She will miss his tenderness.
But once the lie is exposed, this tenderness will turn into a terrible storm, tearing her apart in an instant.
She didn't want to spend the rest of her life in fear and trembling.
But... there's no new beginning without destruction.
She never imagined that one day she would break free from such a cherished tenderness.
Just to survive.
...
Night was just beginning to fall.
Shen Zhiyi set out several small dishes and a pot of warm wine on the stone table in the courtyard, patted the stone bench next to her, and smiled at Qingyuan: "Come on over."
Qingyuan had just changed his robes and came over, sitting down as instructed.
"What kind of wine?" He picked up the wine cup in front of him and lowered his head to sniff it.
The cool moonlight shone on his handsome profile.
The lines were drawn in a staggered pattern on his drooping eyelashes, high nose bridge, and soft lips, forming a faint shadow and a jade-colored halo.
Fallen blossoms drifted down from the trees, their slow-motion dance in the wind creating a backdrop that lingered behind him.
It made him look so handsome that it seemed unreal.
It shines like gold.
Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.
"Qingqing?" He raised his eyebrows and called out softly.
Shen Zhiyi suddenly came to her senses.
"Ah?" She blushed under his tender gaze, and replied with two "oh" sounds, "It's plum wine, a family recipe passed down through generations in the Shen family."
"You can't buy it anywhere else."
Qingyuan lowered his head and took a small sip.
"It was originally plum wine."
"You recognize this wine?" Shen Zhiyi asked in surprise.
Qingyuan put down his cup and cup, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Qingqing, have you heard the story of the love affair between the head of the Shen family and a merman many years ago?"
"This plum wine was brewed by them together."
"It can be considered one of the tokens of love."
"One of them?" Shen Zhiyi tilted her head. "Could it be that there are other things as good as this?"
Qingyuan took something out of his bosom.
He fell down in front of Shen Zhiyi.
A teardrop-shaped blue scale, threaded through a thin chain, emits a faint blue-silver glow under the moonlight, and as it rotates, it seems as if a river of stars is flowing.
If you listen carefully, you can even hear the echo of the tide.
Shen Zhiyi's breathing almost froze.
"This is……?"
Qingyuan looked down at her.
"This is what you've always wanted, my scales."
Mermaids shed their scales, but only one scale is obtained at a time.
It is their most precious memento in their long life as demons.
It is only given to the beloved.
Shen Zhiyi's face flushed red, and she guiltily retorted, "Who said I wanted it?"
Qingyuan raised an eyebrow.
"If you don't want it, what were you looking for at the tea house during the day?"
"Could it be that you're really worried I'll get hurt?"
Shen Zhiyi: ...
She laughed twice and then downed a glass of wine.
"Of course I'm worried about you!" Her gaze darted around, looking left and right. "Am I the kind of person who would betray principles for money? Hey, look, the moon is so round tonight, hahaha..."
She abruptly changed the subject, looking up at the sky.
Qingyuan watched her quietly for a moment.
He suddenly put down his wine glass.
"The moonlight is beautiful, I'll take you to see it." He stood up, put his arm around her waist, and with a light touch of his toes, carried her up to the roof.
Shen Zhiyi let out a short cry, closed her eyes, and hugged his waist tightly.
The wind howled.
They flew to the highest eaves, so close to the moon that they could almost touch it.
Shen Zhiyi opened her eyes and saw the lights of Jiangnan below, unfolding like a scroll painting. Under her feet were sloping roof tiles, and in front of her was a vast night sky.
The wind still blows.
Their robes and hair were swirling and intertwining.
Like lovers entwined in passion.
She looked up and saw Qingyuan's sharp jawline and the bright full moon reflected in his black pupils.
My heart started pounding for a second.
She couldn't tell if she was frightened or dizzy from standing too high.
Or perhaps for some other reason.
However, she didn't think much of it and just glared at him angrily, saying, "Don't scare me like that again next time."
Qingyuan lowered his eyes.
Looking at the delicate yet angry face of the person in his arms, flushed and radiant, with her cheeks and lips slightly puffed out.
More beautiful than the moonlight.
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