Moon Temple.

It was snowing heavily, but many people came to buy lamps.

Ye Siming came alone, and seemed out of place among this group of couples.

He stood silently behind the long line.

However, the deep eyes looked to the side involuntarily.

The brightly lit Yue Lao Palace.

Inside stood the statue of Yue Lao.

Many couples went in and kowtowed together, and then went to the left to touch the two-high boulder—Sansheng Stone.

It seems that everyone who comes here believes that they will grow old.

Ye Siming became more silent.

It would be nice if the little things came too.

But Ye Siming thought about it.

She is not feeling well, but her body is still important.

She should be happy when she buys the lanterns back.

Originally, it was almost time for Ye Siming.

Suddenly, a man who looked like a scholar came running out of breath.

"My son, I'm sorry!" The scholar handed over to Ye Siming again and again.

"Can I buy a lamp before you? The woman I like, she's going to marry someone else tomorrow."

"At the beginning we made an oath at Yuelao Temple. Now, I want to buy a lamp for her, which is the last time I see her."

Ye Siming frowned and hesitated.

When he looked back, there was no one behind him.

In front of him, only a lantern remained.

If it is given to a scholar, he cannot take it back to Gu Nuoer.

Ye Siming's eyes were cold and silent.

The scholar urgently begged: "Young Master, please! She is really important to me! I missed the lanterns tonight, tomorrow, tomorrow I will go to Beijing!"

He looked like he was about to cry.

Ye Siming took a deep breath.

He nodded: "I'll give it to you."

"Thank you! Thank you, son!" The scholar was grateful to Dade, and after paying the money, he hurriedly left in front of the snowflakes with the lamp in hand.

Ye Siming had no choice but to turn around, planning to look in the temple to see if there was anything else he could buy.

When he passed the Yuelao Temple, his footsteps stopped slightly.

Green marriage speaks rarely—

[Go in and say goodbye. 】

Ye Siming withdrew his cold gaze, raised his feet and left.

And left a sentence: "Bye bye."

Green Marriage snorted—

[Don't you think that there always seems to be some resistance between you and Gu Nuoer? 】

[Maybe it’s the gods who are testing your sincerity, just bow down, maybe you’ll be fine. 】

Ye Siming raised his brows: "Here's a crooked talk."

He has always believed only in his own strength.

In Ye Siming's view, to love someone is to give sincerity without asking for anything in return.

He has only done this kind of thing for Gu Nuoer once in his life.

It was also to save her life.

Seeing that he didn't listen, Lu marriage couldn't help laughing out loud--

【Have a personality, it's really good! 】

[Anyway, I am also the **** of marriage. If you make a sincere wish to me, I can also draw the red line between the two of you, believe it or not? 】

Ye Siming laughed: "Just because you are a Fallen Angel?"

Green Marriage angrily said—

【Fallen Angels are also gods! Back then, in the heavenly court, no one could pull the red line better than the old lady! 】

Ye Siming looked at the heavy snow flying all over the sky.

He thought of his unspoken thoughts, and Gu Nuo'er's inexplicable red eyes today.

Ye Siming's tone was cold, and his eyebrows were as cold as snow.

"Okay, I make a wish, I want Gu Nuo'er to appear in front of me."

Green marriage seems to be waiting for him.

Immediately, he burst into laughter—

【dreams come true. 】

Ye Siming frowned.

In the cold wind blowing in front of him, there really was a sweet fragrance that he was familiar with.

"Brother Siming! I'm late!" Then, Gu Nuo'er's call appeared in his ear.

It was as if God suddenly descended on an adventure and hit him right in front of him.

Ye Siming suddenly looked back.

I saw Gu Nuoer's black hair with a shawl, a skirt in one hand, and a lantern that had just been sold in the other, running towards him quickly.

Her eyes were bright, her snow-skinned lips were red, and she was as beautiful as his dream.

Ye Siming was stunned.

Is it a dream?