[Sakura Ghost] Mid-air rain

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"Madam Xiyan, the guest who came today is by no means an ordinary person, you must take good care of her."

The attendant dragged Mu Xia to a very elegant room in the backyard, opened the door and motioned for her to go in by herself.

Seeing the fearful look on this attendant's face, it is obvious that this room is not a good character.Mu Xia hated that she didn't copy her samurai sword, and she was still an innocent girl from a good family wearing this geisha kimono.

She took small steps lightly and pushed open a wooden lattice door. Suddenly, a very cold voice came from the inner room.

"Master Ogasawara, why don't you know how to knock on the door for instructions?"

There was an indescribable familiarity in the cold and arrogant tone, Mu Xia thought about it for a while, and froze on the spot, not knowing what to answer, did she go to the wrong room?

"Ah Nong, I'm sorry, Xiyan may have gone to the wrong place."

"Ah, I made a mistake. Step back."

She resentfully planned to run away, but suddenly the person in the room asked again, "Your name is...Xi Yan?"

"Hmm... yeah." Mu Xia replied bravely, this person is endless, why is he talking so much nonsense, the name is what parents mean, how does she know.

So she made up a reason, her elder brother liked Xiyan flowers, and loved painting Xiyan all over the mountains and plains the most, and begged his parents to name her younger sister this flower name as well.

Although it is nonsense, it is also well-founded. Mu Xia remembered that her brother really liked Xiyan. It is said that Huayu is the face that never fades away in the twilight, and the warmth that will never be lost in life.

As he once promised.

At that time, he also promised to draw a painting of sunset flowers for her in the future, but unfortunately, everyone disappeared, so where should I draw it?

The young man in the room here put down the brush in his hand, and the pure white sunset flowers on the rice paper were in full bloom. His thoughts were also drawn to the past by the flowers, and he was filled with emotions for a moment, and walked out of the door.

At this moment, Mu Xia had already turned around to leave, but someone grabbed her hand suddenly, she turned her head in a daze, and met the boy's eyes.

The painting on the desk fell silently to the ground, and the thread of fate twisted and turned for several years, and it was tied at this moment, inseparable.

Finally, I found you.