Yue Qingli said nothing and drank the wine in the glass. The spiciness of the wine caused her to cough violently, and her pink and white face turned a little red.

"If you don't know how to drink, don't drink. Why are you torturing yourself like this?" Xiao Yan frowned slightly, patted Yue Qingli's back gently with one hand, and said with some concern.

"They say wine can relieve sorrow, but why am I even more miserable?" She looked at the wine glass on the table a little drunk, and murmured softly with a choked voice. She grabbed the wine bottle and found that it was empty.

, she pouted unhappily. "Boss, have another pot!"

"Xiao Li, you are drunk, go back. If the host finds out..." Xiao Yan hesitated and looked at Yue Qingli, whose face was already red, feeling a little distressed.

"The poster? Ha... Yes, he is the poster, he is not Brother Xing..." Yue Qingli poured the wine in the cup down her intestines with drunken eyes, and two drops of tears fell.

Come down.

I still remember that year, she was living on the streets like a beggar, her clothes were tattered and dirty. She didn’t even remember who she was. She just wanted to live, no matter what. In order to grab a steamed bun, she was beaten

The street vendors were chased and beaten, and stones were thrown at them by people on the street... There were injuries everywhere. Her head was bleeding, and her body was bleeding too. She smiled, soaked in the blood, and smiled for the sky to see. She thought that she had finally

It's about to die.

When someone lifts my body, it feels like I'm flying.

When she woke up, she was in a hut in a dark green bamboo forest. There was a lake outside the house, sparkling in the sun. There was also a man in green who was playing a bamboo flute by the lake.

His name was Mo Xing, and it was he who rescued her from people's sticks. She asked him why he saved a beggar, and he said it was because of her smile at that time, the smile that showed indifference to the common people. Mo Xing named her after her.

, Yue Qingli, as cold as the moon, but never leaves the sky.

They lived under that Nanshan Mountain for a long time, and they planted her favorite peach blossoms together. She listened to him playing music, watched him practice swordsmanship, and listened to him telling stories about the outside world. She sweetly called him Brother Xing, and she was like

He circled around him like a happy bird. She thought she could forget everything and just be with him all the time.

But Mo Xing still disappeared, and on the morning he left, he never came back.

When she thought she had forgotten, half a year ago, a group of strange and cold people took her to Fengyu Tower. She met the person she thought about day and night. In the top position of Fengyu Tower, his name was Mo Chongyan.
Chapter completed!