"Ice lotus buried at the bottom of the lake."

"However, they have not bloomed for hundreds of years."

"They are still alive?"

"Yeah, do you want to see it?"

Mingjun looked at him and nodded in a depressed manner. Can he watch it just by wanting to?

Seeds that have not bloomed for hundreds of years have long died.

She reached out to catch a snowflake.

The snowflakes fell on the palm of her hand and soon melted.

A trace of regret flashed in her eyes. How long have she been here?

It's been one, two, three, four, and five days.

I don’t know how crescent moon is going, it’s her home and they are there.

Just during the time when Mingjun was stunned.

The ice lotus in the ice lake sprouted and grew rapidly and emerged from the lake.

The Mingjun heard the sound and looked over.

A light blue halo flew out of Qi Zhao's hand, passing through the lake water, covering the entire lake surface.

The ice lotus is blooming.

So beautiful, crystal clear lotus flowers cover the entire ice lake.

The wise king used his light skills to fly through the lake, and his toes stood firmly on the lake surface.

Binglian surrounded her.

It appears as vivid as an elves.

A smile appeared on her face, and Bai Yu's hand reached out to touch the ice lotus.

The ice lotus blooms only for the beauty.

The gentle emotion in Qi Zhao's eyes arose because of her.

Suddenly, a jade flute appeared in Qi Zhao's hand.

The sound of the flute slowly rises, and the sound of the flute is melodious and ethereal, like a thread, like a sound of nature.

The sound is gentle and pleasant, and it sounds like a vermilion bird.

The sound of the flute next to this ice lake comes from an open heart, floating melodiously and echoing.

The endless love lingers slowly ascends.

Ascend to the deep sky with stars and bright moons, dance gracefully with clouds.

Just like the noise in heaven and earth turned into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and lively cartoon scroll, a fresh and mysterious sound of nature...

The sound of the flute... made her almost cry?

She lightly tapped her toes and danced on this ice lake.

She used her long eyebrows, wonderful eyes, fingers, and waist.

Use the flowers on her bun and the pleated skirt around her waist.

With her fine dance steps and frequent ringtones.

It moves slowly like a light cloud and turns like a whirlwind, and dances out the wonderfulness of the song.

Her fingertips drew obsessive arcs and spun around the edge of loneliness.

The hair and the corners of the skirt floated in the faint but still warm setting sun in the afternoon, as if the whole world was devoted to the rhythm.

It seemed as if the sound of time breaking, her dancing was like a stamen of frost, her body tossing and lingering.

The sound of the flute became more and more rapid, and her figure danced faster and faster.

The jade-like plain hands lingered in a gentle manner, and the skirt flew away.

A pair of water eyes that were as smoke as smoke were about to speak, and the flowing light was flying.

The whole person is like a flower separated by fog, hazy and ethereal.

It flashes with beautiful colors, but it is so far away.

Unexpectedly, my feet slipped! The beads on my hair shook.

Qi Zhao took back the jade flute and caught her.

She fell into his ice-blue eyes as if she had fallen into the abyss.

It's so strange that there is a distant sense of familiarity that lingers in my heart.

She looked down at her hand placed between his neck.

My thoughts are a little confused.

This may be the first time she danced with her body, but it was so natural.

She is indeed very good at learning, and she may be able to read it once.

However, she felt as if the dance and Qi Zhao had just played.

It should be complementary.

It seems to be arranged in advance.

However, when she heard the sound of the flute just now, she felt as if she couldn't help but danced naturally.

It seems that the soul is dancing.

A few strange scenes suddenly flashed through my mind, but I couldn't see clearly.

A woman and a man are sitting on a cherry tree.

The pink petals quickly swept across the eyes at a speed of five centimeters per second.

This scene made her feel familiar inexplicably, as if she had done the same thing before.

But she has been in the main god space and has been staying for only eight years, for only eight years. How could she know her?

Who is the person in front of you?

"Let me down!"

He put her down.

Her tone was a little helpless.

Qi Zhao looked at her expression and thoughts.

She is obviously a little girl, but she feels so sad.

Mingjun covered his heart, how panicked?

"What are you?"

"It's okay!" Mingjun shook his head in fear.

Seeing that her face was wrong, Qi Zhao put his cold hands on her wrist to take her pulse.

Her pulse was a little messy, but it was not hindered.

The long-lost embrace.

For some reason, he couldn't bear to see her like this, which made him sad.

Then he stretched out his hand and hugged her involuntarily.

"I was wrong and shouldn't have trapped you here."

Is he apologizing to her?

Mingjun's eyes stagnated when he looked at him with a slight blaming self.

In a blink of an eye, the picture suddenly turned and they left the ice domain.

Come to the pavilion where they first met.

The fragrance of lotus flowers is getting clearer, mixed with the breath of soil and breeze.

The feeling of depression in Mingjun's heart seemed to ease a lot.

Qi Zhao helped her to the pavilion and sat down.

Sweep your sleeves and put on a pair of tea sets.

Fresh tea leaves are soaked in the green tea cup, and the tea water is filled with smoke.

He poured a cup of tea for her and handed it to her.

Mingjun took a sip.
To be continued...