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They were currently in the huge library hall.

The architectural style is similar to the medieval European style, with a very calm feeling.

Although it is daytime now, Zhou Ze feels that the light around him is a little dim because of the tall dome with dark wood color and the overall dark color design.

It seems a little... ambiguous.

No, it was ambiguous to begin with, and they are still in the ambiguous stage.

Zhou Ze blinked.

The next second, he smelled a faint floral scent in the air.

Ok?

Zhou Ze's nose twitched slightly, and his eyes subconsciously searched around for the source of the fragrance.

But he didn't expect that he would see such a beautiful scene——

Is this... a miracle?

Over the library hall, countless beautifully decorated hardcover books slowly flew out from rows of arc-shaped wooden bookshelves.

"How can this book fly? Am I dreaming?"

Zhou Ze muttered to himself in a daze.

Seeing this, Ling Wu smiled softly, her laughter was extremely doting, and she called out softly, "Zhou Zhou, haven't you remembered yet?"

Remember? Remember what?

Zhou Ze frowned in confusion.

Then he saw the hardcover books that were floating like stars in the sky slowly open, and flowers bloomed from their opened pages.

The color is unique, the shape is beautiful, and the fragrance is fragrant.

And when the flower buds slowly open, countless memory scenes appear.

Every frame is of them.

But in the process, Zhou Ze found that he seemed to have countless identities, wearing completely different clothes, but they were all with each other.

This is--?

Zhou Ze was completely stunned.

His eyes were dazzled and he couldn't take it all in, but these pictures, which seemed not to exist in his memory, made him feel an inexplicable surge of warmth in his heart.

Before he could react, all of Zhou Ze's memories that had been sealed tightly together suddenly rushed out.

"Ling, Lingwu!"

Zhou Ze was in a dreamlike and beautiful library. He was surprised and delighted and called out the real name of the young man opposite him.

The young man responded softly.

At this time, he stretched out his hands behind his back and handed the boy a bouquet of flowers like a magic trick.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, "I heard that in the human world, you have to bring a bouquet of flowers when you meet someone you like."

Zhouze was stunned.

So Ling Wu not only brought a bouquet of flowers, but also turned the entire library into a "garden"?

Phew.

Why does it feel like Ling Wu, who is always calm and steady, is a little cute at this moment?

Zhou Ze couldn't help but laugh, and the warmth in his heart grew stronger.

He didn't realize that love was already overflowing from his eyes.

When Ling Wu met the young man's gaze, she paused, and a tiny light flashed in her eyes like a shooting star.

When Ling Wu reacted in this way, all the phantom flowers in the library hall stopped blooming.

It was as if they all lost their minds because of the boy's loving look.

Time seems to stand still in this beautiful moment.

Zhou Ze couldn't help but be amazed by this.

What made him even more stunned and speechless was that the next second, Ling Wu leaned over and kissed him gently.

The soft touch on the lips was so vivid that Zhou Ze's heart instantly beat to a frenzy.

His eyelashes trembled and it took him a long time to remember to respond.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hands without hesitation, hugged the young man's thin waist tightly, tilted his head back, and kissed him back.

At that moment, countless beautiful memories awakened in Zhou Ze's body.

This is what it feels like to be running in both directions and having souls resonate with each other. Zhou Ze's whole body is shaking with excitement.

He felt that he could not bear it any longer and closed his eyes.

Ling Wu did not close her eyes, but her gaze was gentle, always looking at Zhou Ze, not wanting to miss even the slightest expression on his face.

This time, he caught it.

The moon in his heart, his sweetheart.

He won't let go again.