When a phoenix is ​​flying, what branches can you rely on? Looking for the spiritual tree is to wait for a chance to burn brightly and rebirth.

He is a talented and ambitious man. Youmeng understands it.

Just as he saw through it from the first glance of her, her ambition was so wonderful.

"Once we belong to a woman, it is equivalent to handing over our ups and downs to other people's luck..." Just as we met a soulmate, Feng Qiwu looked at her differently, "We can hand over dignity, even life, but we cannot hand over love, because once we hand over love, it is equivalent to being unable to control our own destiny anymore."

It seems that what he said was not the love I believed in. Youmeng thought about it this way and naturally understood it, so she said in a faint and melancholy: "So you won't love me either."

This man, no matter who he is, will not belong to him.

"But what I can tell you is, princess, you deserve to be loved." He turned Youmeng back to the bronze mirror, "Whether it is based on your understanding of love or my interpretation of love, the answer is the same."

Her lips raised up told herself that she liked his answer.

"Princess, do you know why I like to comb my hair for women?"

"Why?"

"Because when I comb their fine hair, they will focus more on looking at their faces in the mirror." He pressed his face against her face, his slender fingers slipped across her cheeks, as if he was stroking a peerless jade carving. "Women are looking at their men most of the time, and rarely appreciate themselves."

At his gesture, Youmeng shifted his eyes to his face.

"The expression that makes oneself look at me is beautiful and charming." The bronze mirror reflects her cloudy hair and flowery face, and his gentle lips are placed in her ears. "It has nothing to do with her identity, age, appearance... but the most sincere reflection in her heart."

Under the instigation of his soft voice, Youmeng in the mirror fell into a loss of consciousness...

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It seemed like passing through a chaos, You Meng walked into a white snow field, the world was empty, except for the vast white snow, there was no one or anything.

She walked slowly on the snow with barefoots, but she couldn't feel the cold. After walking for a while, a petal suddenly appeared in front of her toes, with a strong bright red color, which looked particularly dazzling against the plain white background. When she walked down, she gradually saw one, two or three, three or five... The petals gradually increased.

She walked along the track paved with petals and finally reached the end of the petals - a red rose, like a self-admiring beauty, proudly lying in the snow.

She was shocked by its beauty and couldn't help but lean her back and stretched out her hand to pick it, but she was caught off guard by the sharp thorn on its stem and instantly pierced her fingers. A drop of blood dripped from her fingers, smudged the white snow on the ground, the bleak blood color, as scarlet and intoxicating as the rose petals.

The pain reached the top of her heart, and her fingers twitched, and she was awakened by the "pain".

Feng Qiwu, sitting on the beauty couch, was lying on her knees to take a nap. Her hands gently followed the hair behind her head to her spine. She obviously felt her sudden trembling and smiled softly: "What's wrong?"

She looked dull and had a misty vision, and she said vaguely: "It's snowing..."

Feng Qiwu's hands were still comforting her hands, smiling unbearably: "Princess, it's midsummer now, why is it snowing?"

"But I obviously saw it..."
Chapter completed!