283 Borrow your little sun (26)

The moon god flapped his angel wings, shining like a firefly on the cold moon, while everything covered by the silvery white light became eclipsed and turned into ashes and drifted away in the wind.

It would be best for her not to get close to any living beings now.

Suna flew straight up. When passing by the Milky Way, I saw a clear and bright pool of water flashing, then turning into a pool of stagnant water.

The girl's delicate figure disappeared on the water.

"well……"

Suna lowered his head and sat on the lifeless river bank with a lonely expression.

After calming down, the scene that just happened replayed in my mind.

How to describe the mood at that moment when you turned around?

Shocked, aggrieved, unwilling, flustered, angry...

When I was worried that bad luck would involve the other party, I even felt a little helpless and wanted to cry.

Suna grabbed a stone from the shore and threw it flatly into the river as if frustrated. I could only hear the sound of pebbles hitting the water, but I couldn't see clearly the waves being struck on the water.

What should we do next?

The five senses in my heart are noisy, and I always feel suffocated. Suna pouted and angrily took a few more small stones and threw them into the water, but the result was the same.

Suna sniffed, his eyes darkened like ice in the dark night, and he threw the last stone in his hand without hesitation.

When the stone touched the water of the galaxy for the first time, a miracle happened...

The sunlight begins to spread from the first impact point of the stone, like the growth rings in an ancient tree trunk, shining golden and white in circles.

It's like a miracle is painting on the lifeless water. Every time a stone touches it, it brings a tenacious vitality to the galaxy. Eventually it spread from each circle of golden white, lighting up the entire lake.

Suna opened his eyes slightly, and his dark ice eyes were reflected by the warm light of the sun. He suddenly had a premonition in his heart, and looked up to the other side of the galaxy...

The beautiful young man fanning the six-winged flame sat in the same posture on the other side of the river bank. Quietly looking at the golden-white water, the eyes under the eyelashes shine brighter than the sun.

His temperament was light and gentle, and the water flowed across his delicately contoured face with streaks of golden and white fireflies. When he noticed the girl's slightly stunned gaze, he raised his eyes to meet hers. The light golden eyes were as gentle as the water of the stars, almost overflowing, the corners of the lips curved into a perfect arc, and the smile was light.

The whole person is as beautiful as a fantasy under the dying moonlight. Rubbing my eyes, it is a reality that makes the tip of my nose sour.

Even if it is not as dazzling as the day, it is still the sun that warms people's hearts.

The sun that belongs only to the night.

Suna felt a little sore in her heart, but it was difficult to take her eyes back when she looked at the other side, her vision gradually turning from clear to blurry.

Hold it back, can't cry...

Don't want to be embarrassed.

Perhaps because Leng Leng's heart was slightly comforted by the warmth, Suna mustered up the courage to face him instead of fleeing in panic.

Make inner guesses about what the other person will say.

Like why do this?

As a god, doesn’t he protect all living beings?

After a long moment of silence, when her heart was in a mess, the young man gently asked her first question:

"why did not you tell me?"

The beautiful long eyelashes covered with light gold trembled and hung down, covering up the deeper and more complex emotions beneath the warmth of the golden white.

Suna tightened her skirt, feeling sour in her heart when she heard him ask this question. It was like squeezing the sound out from between the teeth, controlling the tone so as not to choke.

"Why should I tell you?"

The young man's eyes were obviously frozen, and he could only hear the girl's clear voice drifting over in pieces in the evening wind, across a distance of the galaxy.

He spoke very slowly, with the temperament of a master.

"Who are you to me?"