Section 2

The greenery that had just entered with the water was immediately taken aback by this sudden change, left speechless and in shock

Ah... Ah Yin, elder brother...

"Are you awake?" Bai Qingming said with a smile, "You are about to tear this sleeve apart. Do you really want to sever ties with me?"

The painted boat glides through the misty waters, and he stands at the bow, unable to see anything in the white haze. Liu Feiyin touched his face; even in dreams, it was warm. The moon-white long robe was infused with the fragrance of musk, and the upturned eaves sheltered him from the lingering, tender drizzle.

Who are you

Hey, don't stain my precious lotus with your blood

As soon as Liu Feiyin's voice fell, the originally vibrant and bright flower color quickly faded to pale. Then the flower withered, revealing a lotus made of grass paper floating on the water, while the lotus leaves transformed into paper coins drifting on the surface.

He then woke up, holding a wide sleeve adorned with rolling green plum blossoms. The owner of the sleeve was staring at him with an inscrutable gaze.

The girl immediately shrank her neck, timidly clutching the hem of her clothes. However, the young boy relentlessly pinched Xiaodi's nose, smiling as he coaxed and teased, "Come on, call me brother and let me hear it."

Liu Feiyin's lips twitched slightly, and he secretly cursed in his heart, calling them shameless

Faintly, one can hear someone laughing, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate

It is quite strange that she enters my dreams every night, and it has been more than half a month. Liu Feiyin recalled the moments from his youth spent with that girl, feeling a tinge of sadness unconsciously. It seems there was such a person, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't remember.

A A A A ... ...

The surroundings suddenly became clear, with rippling lotus leaves on the azure waves, and large red lotuses, the size of a bowl, adorned with dewdrops, blooming vivaciously. In the center of the lotus leaves floated a small boat, where a girl of about eight or nine years old, dressed in a light yellow shirt, sat cross-legged in the boat, with a wide lotus leaf overhead shielding her from the rain

Unintentionally, he looked up and saw the pot of red lotus by the window. Originally in a bud stage, it has now bloomed to the size of a bowl, with each petal so red that it seems to be dripping with blood

Liu Feiyin felt a warmth in front of him, as the pale yellow shadow grew fainter in the curtain of rain. Anxiously, he reached out his hand, his lips slightly parted, and after a long pause, he finally called out: "Xiao ... ..."

Bai Qingming surveyed the lethargic individual with a probing gaze, noting his pallid complexion and lack of vitality. According to the maid, the young master was suffering from spring lethargy, and with the rain falling, he remained confined indoors every day, eating very little.

Liu Feiyin felt a sudden tightness in his heart, as if some memories were on the verge of emerging, yet they remained very unfamiliar.

Who is calling me

What is so small? He clearly knows.

"Hmph, this little brat actually dares to stir up trouble on the head of the Tai Sui. A reckless ghost, once I catch her, I will definitely deep-fry her!" Greenie strangely sniffed, "Why is there no ghostly aura in this room?"

Whose young lady is this Xiaodi, truly infatuated, even calling her name in dreams

Bai Qingming felt a stir in his heart, suddenly walked to the window, and bit his fingertip to let the blood drip onto the petals

"How many times have I said it? If you stutter again, I will stuff a frog in your mouth!" In the small boat sat a beautiful boy, around eleven or twelve years old, wearing a moon-white shirt, with slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, his face filled with awkward anger.

The room fell into an eerie silence for a moment, as two pairs of eyes ambiguously swept over Liu Feiyin.

Bai Qingming scoffed disdainfully and said: "Because that seductive ghost has entered his dreams, no wonder..."

Originally in a bud, it has now blossomed to the size of a bowl, with each petal so red it seems capable of dripping blood

This person, whose skin is thicker than a city wall, suddenly erupted with a roar, his face slightly flushed: "Don't wrongfully accuse me, in my dreams I am just a seven or eight-year-old little girl, how could I be seductive?"

The True Gold Garden of Dugu Mountain Manor, the fragrance is that of musk, the rain is the sound of music, and it unexpectedly drifts all the way into Liu Feiyin's dreams