Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Under the moonlit sky, a cool breeze rustled through the trees, and the entire earth was shrouded in darkness. Fortunately, the bright crescent moon shone with a faint light, illuminating the travelers.

In the woods, Chen Qingling, dressed in a pure white dress with a white sash around her waist that fluttered in the wind, held a pale green bamboo flute tightly in her small hand, her bright eyes darting around anxiously.

She took a special bath and dressed up for the evening, eagerly anticipating the arrival of her beloved.

In the seventeen years since she was born, she had never done this for any man, not even her own father.

She knew she shouldn't have done it, but she couldn't resist the torment and suffering in her heart, and acted willfully this time.

The pain of being tormented by love and anxious for love grew ever stronger in his heart.

Half an hour later, Chen Qingling still hadn't seen Jiang Yueming. A trace of sadness welled up in her eyes as she murmured, "So he really saw through me that day... Oh well, who would want a withered flower like me?"

As the music faded, Chen Qingling took slightly trembling steps and slowly left the place, clutching the bamboo flute tightly in her hand as if somewhat unwilling.

After taking three steps, she suddenly heard a rustling sound behind her. She turned around abruptly and saw a small figure walking towards her.

Chen Qingling immediately stopped her lotus-like steps, staring at the small black figure. Her heart was pounding wildly, and she opened her mouth slightly, about to utter a name, but then stopped herself.

meow~

Under the moonlight, a little black cat peeked out and looked at Chen Qingling with its eerie green eyes.

He immediately ran back into the woods, the cold wind howling past as if nothing had happened.

"Sigh, I think he just didn't want to come, otherwise why would he stand me up?"

Chen Qingling sighed softly one last time, then turned and left again, this time with a more determined stride.

One step, two steps, a dozen steps...

Jiang Yueming did not appear in the end, and Chen Qingling's figure slowly disappeared into the night.

at the same time.

Jiang Yueming, who was taking care of Ye Mo in the carriage, suddenly remembered her promise to Chen Qingling. Her expression froze, and she put down the medicine in her hand to prepare to go to the appointment.

But Ye Mo grabbed his small hand, and seeing her flushed cheeks and her eyes closed as she mumbled something in a daze, his heart softened.

A few hours earlier, Jiang Yueming returned to the carriage and found Ye Mo unconscious. He was shocked and quickly took her pulse.

It was discovered that she had overworked herself, which led to exhaustion, and the heavy frost and dew at night caused her to fall ill with a fever.

However, Jiang Yueming found it very strange that Ye Mo spent all day in the carriage enjoying the high-class service from Li Jian and others.

What else can she possibly worry about?

"Could it be that I upset her and made her sick?" Jiang Yueming reached out with heartache and smoothed the strand of hair that Ye Mo was lightly biting at the corner of her lips, smiling slightly.

"Honestly, do you really enjoy eating hair in your sleep?"

Ye Mo, who was fast asleep, seemed to hear Jiang Yueming's words, and immediately squeezed his hand tightly.

Feeling the slight pain, Jiang Yueming looked at Ye Mo's beautiful face, her gaze softening as she softly said, "Actually, you look beautiful even when you're asleep."

Although he was in close contact with Ye Mo on a daily basis, he never really had the mind to appreciate her stunningly beautiful face.

Even now, Jiang Yueming still clearly remembers the first time Ye Mo threw herself into his arms.

Her body was so soft and supple, and her stunningly beautiful face, which defied description, was deeply etched in his heart.

He dared to say that there was no woman in the world more beautiful than Ye Mo.

She exudes an intellectual charm reminiscent of a classical Eastern beauty, both in her appearance and personality.

It is both gentle and firm.

Especially her ethereal and enchanting eyes, which are indescribably beautiful, containing three parts domineering and six parts alluring, and even more rare is a touch of the inexplicable shyness of a young girl!

Such a beauty has never existed since the beginning of time, from the time Pangu separated heaven and earth to the time Nuwa created humans from clay.

And Ye Mo is the first person in this eternal universe, in the endless world!

"You really are a daughter of heaven!" Jiang Yueming exclaimed, admiring Ye Mo's beauty.

As if she could hear Jiang Yueming's praise, Ye Moxiang stopped using force, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Fine, I'll sleep here with you tonight."

Jiang Yueming put Ye Mo's white hand back under the covers, then picked up a pen and paper to write an apology letter to Chen Qingling, explaining why he hadn't kept the appointment.

Just as he picked up his pen to begin writing, a series of beautiful regular script characters on the white paper in his hand unexpectedly caught his eye. The characters flowed smoothly, and the strokes were as swift as clouds and smoke!

"Your heart is naturally filled with infatuation. Even in the finest times and beautiful scenery, amidst a thousand kinds of charm, the longing for you lingers and I remember you fondly. Yet, my heart is filled with sorrow, and I cannot sleep at night because my longing leaves no trace."

Jiang Yueming held a piece of white paper and muttered to himself, an incredulous look on his face.

It wasn't that Ye Mo was writing a love poem, but rather that he racked his brains trying to figure out which powerful figure from his previous life had written it!

"Could it be something you created yourself?" Jiang Yueming turned her head and looked at the sleeping Ye Mo in disbelief, and said.

"Never mind, maybe I'm just ignorant," Jiang Yueming said, putting down the blank paper and picking up another piece of paper to write an apology letter.

A few breaths later, after he finished writing, he inadvertently saw the love poem lying quietly on the ground. On a whim, he picked up Ye Mo's handwriting and compared it with his own.

At that moment, he seemed to see a scene where a scholar who couldn't even hold a pen properly was clamoring to compete with Wang Xizhi in calligraphy.

A heavy sense of loss spread through Jiang Yueming, who clicked her tongue and muttered, "No matter what, I was a national calligraphy competition champion in my past life. How come your calligraphy is even better than mine?"

According to Ye Mo, she and Mo Chen had been living a life of constant wandering since she was five years old, so it was impossible for her to have had time to systematically learn calligraphy!

But now her handwriting is better than Jiang Yueming's, the former national champion, and that is beyond doubt.

"Alright, alright, considering how beautiful you are, it's understandable that your handwriting is neater."

Jiang Yueming tried to comfort herself by finding an excuse, then pulled back the carriage curtain and handed the letter to the driver, instructing him to personally deliver it to Chen Qingling.

The driver agreed and immediately ran to find Chen Qingling.

That night, Chen Qingling returned to the carriage and came to a realization.

"Given Young Master Jiang's character, something must have delayed him, otherwise he wouldn't have broken his promise."

"Perhaps he's discussing something important with Chief Escort Li; maybe he'll send someone to inform him."

Chen Qingling waited patiently in the carriage for Jiang Yueming's letter of apology, unaware that the coachman had already died.

In the deep darkness of the night, she waited silently, waiting for the man she loved most to come, even if it was just to say sorry.

Unfortunately... Jiang Yueming never showed up.

Chen Qingling sat in the car all night without sleep, two lines of tears streaming down her cheeks, making the already frigid night even colder.

……

In the middle of the night, Jiang Yueming suddenly fell asleep while sitting cross-legged in the carriage, only to be woken up by Ye Mo's soft call.

"What's wrong, Ye Mo?" Hearing Ye Mo's call, he hurriedly went forward to check on her condition and asked softly.

He touched Ye Momei's forehead and judged from the temperature on the back of his hand that her fever had subsided. He said that as long as she rested well, she would be fine.

"Ugh... It's so hot..."

Ye Mo's eyes were tightly closed, and she kept making sounds from her small mouth.

This gave Jiang Yueming a real headache, because her expression at that moment was... well...

In short, he couldn't stand her yelling like that.

"Alright, alright, shut up," Jiang Yueming said, pulling the blanket covering Ye Mo down a bit and swallowing hard.

"Ugh...no...it's so hot!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming's expression stiffened. She shook her head to shake off those inappropriate thoughts and pulled the blanket off completely.

"Is that alright now?"

As soon as the blanket was removed from Ye Mo's cover, she immediately fell silent.

Seeing this, Jiang Yueming sighed and looked at the blanket in her hand, thinking to herself, "Never mind, I'll cover you with it when it gets cold."

He then looked at the dim moonlight outside the window, wondering if the letter had reached Chen Qingling, and planned to talk to her about it in person the next day.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

When Jiang Yueming looked at Ye Mo again, he was completely stunned and almost felt a burning sensation in his nose.

"It's hot~ You big idiot~" Ye Mo opened her beautiful eyes slightly, her little face flushed, and said softly.

After saying that, she took off her clothes, revealing a glittering white garment that completely overshadowed the moonlight. The pale pink lace-trimmed undergarment looked out of place.

In the past, Jiang Yueming would have found it strange that Ye Mo's personal clothes were modern.

But at that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

Sister! You're really amazing!!!