between.

He seemed to be holding a light-colored lotus in his hand, and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

As if hearing his question, the hazy young man finally raised his head, revealing a pair of frosty and snowy eyes.

The light amber color is shimmering and cold in the sun, carrying a kind of cool beauty that Xie Xuanqing is very familiar with.

He recognized the youth's identity almost instantly.

--gentlemen.

The picture gradually became clearer, and the young man's face was finally fully revealed.

Similar to Rong Jing himself whom Xie Xuanqing had seen, but subtly different, the young man in front of him was not wearing the shirt and slacks that Rong Jing most often wore, but was wearing a complicated robe very similar to him.

The beautiful silver-white long hair was gently tied behind her back, and her whole person carried a sense of alienation that was about to transcend the mundane world.

It's just that this sense of alienation dissipated a lot when looking at "him".

Rong Jing glanced at the lotus in Xie Chong's hand, and shook her head lightly: "It's not that I don't like it."

It's just that everything has a spirit, even if you like it, you don't necessarily have to hold it in your hand.

He just spoke lightly, but Xie Xuanqing understood Rong Jing's thoughts almost instantly.

It's just that at this moment, he also thinks the same as the man who looks very similar to him in the dream, or in these memory pictures——

Everything has a spirit, but he is born selfish, he only feels that there are flowers that need to be broken. Since he is concerned about the flower that was born on the horizon and the moon, he will try his best to pick it into his hands.

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