Accidental love of a stunt slave girl: a thousand years of mourning

Chapter 210 The Iris Is Still ([-])

sunset.The quiet and deep valley of the other side.

The blue irises all over the mountains and plains, under the setting sun, exude soft rays of light, which are gorgeous and dazzling.

Xinyue strolled among the iris bushes, with waterfalls of blue hair flowing on her shoulders, and a clean maid's long dress wrapped her soft and well-proportioned figure,
She just finished bathing, exuding an elegant fragrance all over her body.

She wandered quietly in the deep blue sea of ​​flowers, without purpose or direction.

Ever since Mo Xi lost his memory, the Other Side Valley has become a taboo place in Blue Eagle Villa.No one knows why, only that the owner of the villa personally ordered that no one is allowed to break in, not even the right envoy and Miss Mu.

This rule made Xinyue feel a little joy in her heart
"I want you to remember this field of flowers, remember me. From today on, the other shore valley is our world. If, I mean, if, one day, you forget me. Then, you will return to this area Hua Cong, try to think of me. Will you agree?"

On that day, Mo Xi agreed to her.

Therefore, even though he had lost his memory, he still sealed up the world that belonged to her and him.

Therefore, the Mo Xi she loved never betrayed her.

In the other side of the valley, the temperature is constant in all seasons, and the beautiful irises never fade.

No matter when you come here, the azure sea of ​​flowers always makes Xinyue extremely comfortable.

Mo Xi's ban can stop anyone except her.

She is too familiar with the other side of the valley, too infatuated with her, too unable to let go.

Every day at dusk, she would always take the trail and appear here.

Wandering quietly in this sea of ​​flowers, thinking about the bits and pieces that happened in the past, and immersing myself in the world of one person alone.

In the middle of the night, he left quietly and returned to the life of a maid.

Once upon a time, there were two figures who were inseparable in the sea of ​​flowers, but now, she is the only one left?
It's been years.

The iris is still there, but the Yiren is no more.

Before she knew it, Xinyue had once again walked in front of the towering banyan tree.

Stretch out your hand and gently caress the mulberry branches of the banyan tree. The setting sun shines through the thick leaves and slantly sprinkles on the back of your hand, leaving behind faint shadows.Xin Yue raised her head, looked up at the tree trunk piercing into the sky, and was silently in a daze.

That day, she asked Mei to fly to the top of the tree with her eyes blindfolded.Then, she stuffed the paper crane that she folded by herself into the secret cabinet named "Xi Yue".

(End of this chapter)