Meteor Killer

The night market is very lively.

From Ditang Bridge to Tianwu Gate, red silk lanterns are hung along the street, with small gold-sprinkled paper characters pasted on them, giving off a faint light in the dark night.

There are the most restaurants and restaurants. Walking along the way, people's eyes are dazzled.

It's a pity that they are not the protagonists of the night market.

Meng Xinghun was dragged by Ming Yuexin, and shuttled through the crowd.

He was almost out of breath, his eyes hurting from rolling.He has never seen so many people since he was a child.

However, Ming Yuexin was as nimble as a fish in water, pulling him around.

Ming Yuexin was interested in the small stalls along the street.

The night is not inferior to the day.

Rouge pollen, silk embroidery, fortune-telling, sweet cakes and glutinous cakes are lined up in a row.

There are more than a dozen kinds of snacks to relieve slander.

Mingyue Xin is not polite at all, and eats everything without missing a word.

Candied haws, pineapple cake, sesame crisp cake, hibiscus soup, sweet beans, gold and silver slices, and many other things that Meng Xinghun couldn't name.

She ate, and he ate with her.

Regardless of name or type, just swallow dates whole.

He had never eaten such a thing, and he was amazed that there was such a delicious thing in the world.

This trip was really not in vain.

Eating proudly, the mouth is full of sweet and greasy taste.He had long forgotten that there was another sister waiting for him in the Star Tower.

He felt as if he had entered a whole new world, radiant and dazzling.

He let himself immerse himself in it.

Shouts, loud noises, glistening five-color pastries, dazzling jewels, and all kinds of pedestrians passing by on the road.

Everything is so novel.

He didn't want to go back.

He wanted to stay with this girl for a while, even if only for a while.

"Meteor, come and see..."

Meng Xinghun was pulled over by her, and he saw the thin braid jumping behind her.

He felt that his own heart seemed to be flying happily like her braids.

This is a small stall selling pastries.

Only one kind of pastry is sold.

It looks mundane.

The light yellow semi-square glutinous rice balls are neither too big nor too small, just enough to be swallowed in one bite.

Ming Yuexin picked up one and waved it in front of him, "Meteor, look..."

Her voice somehow became very gentle, and there seemed to be a gleam in her eyes.

"I want to eat this, you can take one too."

Meng Xinghun smiled, this girl, she is not full yet.Taking advantage of the opportunity, I picked up one, but suddenly I heard a laugh from the person next to me.

"Since you are destined, let's give it a try."

Only then did Meng Xinghun notice the pastry vendor in front of him.

He looks very ordinary and wears ordinary clothes. He has a slightly chubby figure and his small eyes are narrowed into a slit.

He looked at the two of them, nodded with a smile, and then handed over a thin pen with a fat white hand.

The pen is a small regular bamboo tube pen, which is no different from the pen used for writing.

It's just a little vermilion on the nib of the pen, and I don't know what it is, but it still has a sweet fragrance.

Ming Yuexin smiled faintly, as if a little embarrassed, she slowly took the pen.

The more Meng Xinghun watched, the more confused he became.

He turned around and wanted to ask Ming Yuexin what was going on.

Suddenly, he found two red clouds flying over Ming Yuexin's face.

He was stunned.

The peddler said again, "This little brother should also write one."

"What...what am I writing?" Meng Xinghun was puzzled.

The peddler showed a mysterious smile again, "If there is a girl you like in my heart, please write down her name."

"The girl I like..." Meng Xinghun seemed to understand a little bit, peeping, Ming Yuexin turned her back quietly at some point.

"Boss, this cake..."

"This is called marriage cake, which is specially made for destined men and women in the world."

"Marriage cake..." He involuntarily looked at the light yellow ball in his hand.

"Look, the vermilion on this brush is made from crushed cherries. It smells sweet and delicious, and tastes even more delicious."

The peddler always showed his white teeth and smiled gently: "My marriage cake is famous. There are some good men and women who travel thousands of miles, come here to eat my cake, and pray that they will be together forever and never be separated."

He picked up a ball of cake and continued: "It's just that when writing, each other can't let the other see, and swallow it in one gulp after writing. If the hearts are connected and each other writes each other's name, then the two people will be able to live together in this life." Forever married."

Speaking of this, Meng Xinghun couldn't help feeling a little hot on his face.

"It's not my old man bragging, it's very effective!"

"Let's write one, brother, this girl is already writing."

The peddler passed the marriage pen without losing the opportunity, but Meng Xinghun reluctantly took it.

All of a sudden, the heartbeat quickened.

The hand holding the pen also seemed to suddenly lose strength, shaking uncontrollably and trembling slightly.

Stealing a glance at Ming Yuexin, she turned her back to her, shoulders heaving and falling.

she……

After Ming Yuexin took the pen, she felt her heart almost jumped out of her stomach.

She took a breath, hesitated for a moment, stared at the cake in her hand for a long time, and finally wrote down the word in her heart firmly.

From the first stroke to the last stroke, she did it in one go, and she felt her heart beat every time she wrote a stroke.

Until the last stroke was finished, she was relieved, her heart was sweet, and she was a little bit secretly happy and looking forward to it.

The word "star" is beautifully written, each stroke seems to have been meticulously carved, faintly revealing a girl's faint ulterior motives.

People come and go, deep in the bustling downtown, a girl's secret.

She secretly pursed her lips and put the cake in her mouth into her mouth.

There is a thin layer of glutinous rice skin boiled with lard, and the inside is filled with fragrant red bean paste, swallowing it in one bite, the sweetness seems to be soaked into the heart.

The cake, which was already sweet, became even sweeter because of his name.

The girl's smile, which was already sweet, became even sweeter after eating the marriage cake.

When Ming Yuexin finished writing the last stroke, Meng Xinghun didn't touch even one stroke.

He held the pen tightly in his hand, hesitating, hesitating.

be terribly upset.

He thought of her smile, he thought of her gentleness, he thought of her kindness.

But he couldn't write her name.

The cherry juice on the tip of the pen has been accumulated for a long time, and a little vermilion drips down, stained with light yellow glutinous rice balls, and condenses into a shocking color.

He took a breath, and the nib of the pen tremblingly met the bright red.

One point, one fold, one bend, a simple word, but he couldn't write it well.

The pen loves the cake, and I don't want to move for a long time.

After a long time, there was another point, which oozes and melts, a piece of red.

Suddenly panicked, he hurried away, writing and walking around the dragon.

The wild grass dances wildly, trying to cover up.

People come and go, deep in the bustling city, a young boy is conflicted and suppressed hoarding his thoughts.

It was written, he saw, crooked and crooked, and it was hard to argue.

He brushed the sweat off his brow with his sleeves, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's better if you don't recognize it, he doesn't want others to see it.

This is my sister's name.

It is "jade", not "heart".

In the end, he still didn't write her name.

He was a little flustered, and swallowed the ball of cake in embarrassment.

Quick fight.

Lard glutinous rice skin, red bean paste, too sweet.

For some reason, there is still some bitter taste, astringent, lingering on the tongue.

He was surprised that the taste of this marriage cake was so unbearable.

Looking back at Ming Yuexin, he saw a smile on her face that was as bright as a spring flower.

His heart clenched tightly, and the bitterness in his mouth, for some reason, became more and more intense.

There is only wine on the table, no food.

Gao Yuhan was already drunk.

She rarely lets herself get drunk, but today she knows what is the result of not being drunk.

She wanted to numb herself with alcohol.

Another sad person.

It is late at night.

She is afraid of the cold and the dark.

She lit the lamps inside and outside the Observatory, and the lights reflected her face, half drunk, with a peachy face.

She was sitting in front of the stone table, her body was lying on the cold stone table, her shoulders were tightened, and she was holding a wine glass in her hand.

The wine glass was half full, and she couldn't hold it steadily, and a few drops of clear liquid, struggling, swayed out.

Spilled on the table, crystal light overflows.

She stared at the wine glass in front of her eyes, her eyes were lazy, misty, and in a trance.

Xinghun hadn't come back yet, and as time went by, her heart ached more and more.

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

She staggered to her feet and walked to the bed.

Sleepy, tired, this feeling is even worse when I am alone.

She struggled to sit down, and accidentally pulled the bed curtain, the blue veil floated down, and she saw Xinghun's meteor sword.

The sword hangs alone on the bedside, the cold scabbard can't hide the loneliness all over the body.

For a long time, she hadn't noticed that the Meteor Sword had become like this in Xinghun's hands.

Swords are like people.

The previous sword was not like this.

When she was 15 years old, she took this sword for the first time.

She remembered that she drew the sword out of the scabbard full of excitement, and the sword danced wildly in the wind, frivolously flaunting, weaving into a star network all over the sky, little by little.

She flew like a swallow, and the two braids on her chest twisted and jumped along with her figure.

The sword dances with everyone.

The sword is one.

Tired of playing, she lightly put away the sword.Suddenly, the sky was filled with starlight, and it disappeared in a flash, like a meteor falling into the sky, and the traces were hard to find.

The beauty of the Meteor Sword is instantaneous.

The Meteor Sword at that time was just like her at that time, pure, agile, eager to try.

And now...

The hero is in trouble.

I have tasted the blood of too many people and seen too many vicissitudes in the world.

It is also old.

It was her who made Xinghun kill so many people with this sword.

Her youth, the youth of Xinghun, and the youth of this sword were drowned in blood like this.

Swords are like people.

A lonely sword, a lonely man.

She seemed to see the shadow of Xinghun on the sword.

He was nine years old when he gave this sword to Xinghun for the first time.

He stretched out his delicate little hand, and took the sword solemnly.

The blade was too heavy, and his hand sank all of a sudden.

He was too young to stand it.

What she handed over to him was her wish, her ambition, and her plot.

She forcefully pulled him into her life.

right or wrong

From that moment on, she made up her mind to train him to be a killer.

"Xinghun, sister's future is in your hands." She said to him.

He seemed to understand.

He just stared blankly at the beautiful sword in his hand.

Since then, the sword has become a part of his life.

And he has become a part of her life.

Many years have passed.

The Meteor Sword became a murderous sword, and he also changed from an ordinary boy to a killer.

He didn't resist and accepted it silently.

This is the life his sister arranged for him.

She never asked his opinion, because she always reflected her own image in his clear eyes.

Frustrated, high-spirited, down-and-out, or infatuated and resentful.

Bright eyes like a mirror, real like me.

Sometimes, she even had the illusion that Xinghun was his shadow.

When she was happy, he laughed with her; when she frowned, he also remained silent.

She is very used to seeing Xinghun as her second self.

She is also very used to the shadow of the star soul.

In this way, Xinghun followed her for 20 years.

But now, everything is different.

He doesn't listen to her anymore, he doesn't care about her affection anymore.

he's changed.

In his life, another woman appeared.

She took away her star soul and her shadow.

She hates her.

Bright moon heart.

Few restaurants are open until late at night.

Qingyin Xiaoge is an exception.

The name seems very elegant, but looking at the appearance, it is no different from ordinary restaurants.

It's just a little bit short, the Qingyin Pavilion doesn't open until midnight, but only opens at midnight.

When the stalls are closed in the busy market, when the crowds recede, the staff of Qingyin Xiaoge will unfurl the small blue cross flag and hang it high.

Just like its name, when all the sounds are quiet, it quietly emerges from midnight.

Lonely self-admiration, do not want to join forces.

It doesn't seem to disdain to compete with other taverns, it has its own customers.

There are many people who like to drink quietly by themselves.

Ye Kai is.

He hid in the corner on the right, drinking by himself.

One person occupies one table.

The guests who came to Qingyin Xiaoge were all alone.

If you want to be lively, you can go to other taverns. The guests who come to Qingyin Xiaoge are people who don't like lively.

As soon as Meng Xinghun stepped into the Qingyin Pavilion, he realized that it was different.

He found it somewhat like a watchtower.

It was unbearably quiet.

Obviously, Ming Yuexin had never been to this place, so she also felt very curious.

She was curious because she felt that there were only a few tables in such a huge tavern, and there were only three or four people.

She didn't believe it. Could it be that everyone went home to sleep?

Ming Yuexin is a person who likes to be lively, she can't understand it.

Meng Xinghun felt strange, not because there were few people, but because...

There were only five tables in the tavern, and there was only one stool in front of each table.

The stool is very narrow and can only sit one person.

This means that only one person can sit at each table.

This tavern only had five customers at its peak.

Don't they want to do business?

They really don't want to do business.

Ming Yuexin and Meng Xinghun were stopped by Xiao Er just a few steps into the tavern.

"Guest officer, please stay."

Just as Ming Yuexin wanted to speak, she was stopped by Meng Xinghun.

He smiled gently and bowed his hands to Xiao Er.

"Hey man, we want to ask for a cup of tea, can you let us in."

He said respectfully that no matter who he was, he was very polite.

Ming Yuexin was also a little surprised, she had never seen him like this before.

Unexpectedly, the waiter didn't seem to hear, he said blankly: "Guest officer must be here for the first time, I don't know the rules here."

"Rules, what rules? Do you have to have rules when you come to drink?" Mingyue was impatient.

"Of course, it's clearly written on it." He chuckled and pointed upwards suddenly.

Ming Yuexin and Meng Xinghun followed his gestures and looked.

On a fiery red lacquered cylinder, there is a square piece of white paper, not too big or too small.

The characters are also written in red paint.

Logically speaking, it should be obvious, but they didn't see it when they first came in.

I saw that it was written clearly: "Those who come to the voiceless must be alone, and those who come in a company are declined."

Ming Yuexin's eyes widened, her mouth was already pursed.

Meng Xinghun just lowered his head and smiled.

"Guest officer, you can see it, please go back."

Ming Yuexin snorted softly, and said softly: "No, since you're here, there's no reason to leave after just one glance."

"Meteor, let's go in."

She pulled Meng Xinghun up and walked inside.

Meng Xinghun shook his head and smiled wryly, just about to speak out to persuade her.

With a casual glance out of the corner of his eye, he saw him.

Leaves open.

With Ye Kai's current state, it is really difficult to recognize him.

He also did not expect that the once mighty Dragon Altar Master would become like this.

He looked like an ordinary person, with no ostentation in his body.

Ordinary, simple.

But Meng Xinghun felt a chill from head to toe.

Suddenly, he had a sense of foreboding.

He once learned something about him from his sister, and he also knew that Ye Kai was kicked out of the Dragon Club by his sister.

He is a victim of his sister's great plot to seize power, so he is not worth mentioning.

In most cases, people don't want to pay attention to some losers.

So my sister hasn't paid attention to him since then, and he hasn't appeared in Qinglonghui either.

In Meng Xinghun's imagination, Ye Kai should be indulging in wine and sex all day long, and he was depressed.

But he was wrong.

Not only did Ye Kai not sink, but he seemed to be doing well.

This is terrible.

Meng Xinghun suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

Because he noticed that Ye Kai's eyes were staring at him intentionally or unintentionally.

This is not the look of an ordinary person.

He wanted to leave this place quickly, but Ming Yuexin...

"Meteor, do you think this place is weird? Let me see..."

She stopped suddenly because she noticed that the boy beside her was pale.

"Meteor..." she exclaimed.

Meng Xinghun was so coughed that he bent over.

Ming Yuexin was petrified, and hurried to help him.

His hands were cold.

Her face also suddenly turned pale.

He fell ill again, but she had no medicine by her side.

How to do.

She regretted it too late, she really shouldn't have brought him out.

Meng Xinghun leaned against Mingyuexin, apparently unable to hold on any longer, he only felt Mingyuexin quickly stuff a pill into his mouth.

He swallowed, and the coolness seeped into his throat.

"What... did you feed him?"

Suddenly, he heard Ming Yuexin's scream.

He barely raised his head and touched a pair of slender hands.

A pair of men's hands.

A pair of hands of a man who is not too old.

Meng Xinghun could tell at a glance that it was a pair of sword hands.

Immediately, he saw his sword.

His eyelids twitched.

The sword was hidden in the scabbard. The scabbard was black and looked nothing special.

But the blade is very long, thin and long.

Much like his Meteor Sword.

He looked at his hand again, he clenched his four fingers tightly, and his thumb was firmly clasped on it.

Meng Xinghun knew that this was for the purpose of concentrating his strength, because that was how he held the sword himself.

If he guessed correctly, the swordsmanship of the person in front of him would be more or less the same as his.

Another scary character.

"It's a life-saving medicine, not a poison|drug." The man's voice was low and gloomy, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Senior, do you know him?" Ming Yuexin asked suspiciously.

"do not know."

Meng Xinghun finally saw his appearance, he was sure that he had never seen him before.

He was wearing a navy blue cloth robe, and his bamboo hat was pressed down very low. From the darkness, he vaguely saw a pair of shining eyes.

He suddenly had a strange feeling.

He found a sense of deja vu in his eyes.

Cherish each other.

He got it.

He is also a killer.

A killer who has killed many people.

Same as him.

But something is different.

It can even be said that they are very different.

But it's hard to tell what's different.

Ming Yuexin was still too scared to breathe, she looked at the mysterious stranger in front of her, and then at him.

She could hardly believe her own eyes when she saw the mysterious stranger actually feeding the medicine into Meteor's mouth in front of her.

It was too late for her to stop it.

Meteor, on the other hand, swallowed the medicine without a trace of doubt.

He thought it was her.

Everything is wrong.

She stomped her feet in regret, and she was so anxious that she was about to shed tears.

but……

Slowly, she became less worried.

Because when she saw the boy's face in front of her, her rosiness gradually returned.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"meteor!"

Meng Xinghun smiled softly at her, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

Mingyue Xin let out a sigh of relief, her face softened a lot.

Meng Xinghun straightened up as if nothing had happened.

And his expression seemed unusually relaxed.

Ming Yuexin smiled, and she couldn't help but cast grateful glances at the stranger in front of her, and thanked repeatedly.

Mingyuexin is a kind girl who believes in herself and others.

She didn't notice the strange look in the boy's eyes beside her.

Songjiazhuang.

This time, Song Lin didn't peep at the window, but went straight to knock on the door.

The door opened, and he saw her slightly surprised but hidden joyful face.

"Master Mu?"

He was a little embarrassed, "Miss Yuyao, can I enter the house..."

She was noncommittal, but turned sideways to let him in.

He stared at her blankly for a long time, but didn't make a sound.

She was a little anxious and couldn't help urging him, "Mr. Mu..."

He just woke up like a dream.

"Miss Yuyao, I have a gift for you." He showed his hands behind his back.

"Ah..." Yu Yao couldn't help exclaiming.

In his hand is a delicate little cage, inside the cage is a cute little white rabbit.

She took the cage from him excitedly, and looked at the little guy in the cage.

"Like it?" he asked.

She nodded while smiling.

"I think it's a bit lonely for a girl to live alone in this remote courtyard, so I asked her to accompany you, do you think it's okay?"

Yu Yao raised her eyes to look at him, and saw his gentle eyes staring at her, not only lowered her head shyly.

"Young Master Mu really bothered."

He looked at her and said, "As long as the girl likes it, that's fine."

She looked down at the rabbit again, and suddenly she felt that the little rabbit in the cage was as lonely as she was.

He suddenly asked her: "Miss Yuyao, do you want to go out for a stroll? I'll take you there."

"Mr. Mu, I'm afraid I can't go out. They don't allow me to leave here." Yu Yao shook her head lightly.

Song Lin smiled and said, "Don't worry, come with me, I'll take you out."

Seeing her expectant and hesitant eyes, he smiled.

He silently said in his heart: Yu Yao, forgive me.I don't want to lie to you either.I just want you to be happy!Let the identity of Mr. Mu accompany you for a while longer.

Half alive, half dead.

He didn't know what kind of medicine the mysterious stranger gave him, and he didn't tell Ming Yuexin that the illness just now was a fake.

The reason why he pretended to be sick was to prevent Ye Kai from recognizing his appearance.But it made him fall into this life and death situation.

Meng Xinghun had not experienced such a situation before.

Every attack, every murder, is one step closer to death.

But for some reason, he was lucky every time.

Sometimes he himself doesn't understand why a person who only has half his life left can still linger until now.

My sister said: "Xinghun, if you can live one more day, you can spend one more day with my sister."

So, he gritted his teeth and helped his sister get rid of the thorns in her eyes one after another.

Ming Yuexin said: "Meteor, I hope you get well soon."

So, he frowned and drank cup after cup of bitter medicine.

He knew that his life was equally important to these two women.

So he can't die.

However, he never thought of living for himself.

He didn't think about what he was going to fight for, nor did he think about what he needed.

He just repeated a sentence mechanically in his mind.

"I can't die, for my sister and for Mingyuexin."

When he died, Ming Yuexin would be sad, and her sister would be lonely.

And this was the last thing he wanted to see.

Therefore, every time life and death are at stake, he becomes very relaxed because he is not worried.

He feels he can always live because he chooses to forget death.

There are many things, but the result of not thinking about them is often good.

Every time he kills for his sister, he doesn't think about whether he will win.

Because he is confident that he will be able to come back alive.

When he left the Star Tower with his sword in hand, all he thought about was the rising sun on the Star Tower the next morning.

He doesn't care who the opponent is, how good his martial arts is, or whether he can deal with it well.

What does all this have to do with him?

Many people died under the Meteor Sword, not because they were not good at martial arts; on the contrary, everyone who died under his sword was a master.

It's just that they lost from the very beginning.

Lose psychologically.

Because they are forced to defend, not fight.

Between the killer and the victim, there is not only a contest of martial arts, but also a contest of psychology.

A successful killer knows how to take advantage of the psychological weakness of the victim.

Everyone is afraid of death.

The panic, fear, and luck of the killed are all their Achilles' heels.

None of these Meng Xinghuns existed, so he didn't need to panic, and he didn't need to be frightened, let alone the so-called fluke mentality.

Because he wants to live more than they do.

Killers are also afraid of death, not as people imagined, only those who regard death as home are suitable to be killers.

People who look at death as home are just warriors, not killers.

Real killers value their lives as much as they respect their profession.

They are afraid of death even more than ordinary people.

Therefore, most people have no way to beat professional killers.

It's not so much that they can't beat the murderous intent of a professional killer, it's better to say that they can't win a professional killer's desire to survive.

As a matter of course, they died under the Meteor Sword.

Killing people was no longer a burden for Meng Xinghun.

But now it is different, he is not sure that he can survive.

The hope of survival is only half.

He is forced to face death.

no choice.

There is no escape.

……

The stars in the sky are getting thinner.

The mist dissipated, and turned into an ethereal wandering soul in front of his eyes.

Wangxing Tower was approaching, and he could almost smell the scent of white jasmine emanating from his sister.

He has only one wish now, no matter whether he can live or not, he hopes...

To die in my sister's arms.

When Gao Yuhan woke up, he was surprisingly cold.

The dew condensed on her forehead, and she wiped it lazily with her hands.

A cold hand.

Suddenly, he found a figure in front of the tent with a shawl hanging obliquely on one side.

"Xinghun..." She was almost speechless.

Meng Xinghun was pulled into the tent by a slightly cool and damp hand.

He saw her pale, lost face.

He smelled the lingering smell of alcohol in the tent.

He was very sad.

Gao Yuhan, half dazed and half awake, helped him untie his clothes, one after another.

From shawls to gowns.From belts to shirts.

She doesn't let him go.

Capricious and anxious, she asked him to prove it to her.

He could only hug her tightly, her cold and stiff body.

He noticed that she was shivering from the cold, with her brows slightly drawn to her cheeks, she could vaguely see the blush from yesterday's residue.

There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and she was full of thoughts, but she couldn't bully him after all.

How could he not understand that with just a flick of his finger, her pain was wiped away without leaving a trace.

She put her hand on his chest, which was warm and firm.

Swimming all the way down, teasing with her fingertips, she teased him infinitely.

She felt a slight bounce under her fingers.

It was his heartbeat.

Secret, forbearing, mixed with uncontrollable desires.

She noticed that his eyes gradually became cloudy, and his breath became more and more hot.

She smiled smugly.

Reaching out, he easily untied his hair tie.

His hair fell down.

Long and straight.

Qi Qi hung to the ears.

She personally tied his hair, tied high, with a unique dark knot.

No one could solve it except her.

She put a seal on him.

He is hers.

Others can't get it.

……

Long hair tangled with long hair.

A gasp mixed with a sigh.

The pink dress hung down and slid softly to the side of the bed.

She closed her eyes, bewildered.

"Xinghun, don't leave me...give me a promise, Xinghun..."

She wailed weakly, almost going mad, sinking all the way, beyond redemption.

As the sun rises, the Wangxing Tower gradually brightens.

The water-blue tent swayed, and the two people who also had no future, used this method to prove their feelings for each other.

The clouds cleared and the fog cleared.

Love that cannot see the sun, in the sun, accomplishes another kind of crime.

Lingering under the sun.

Between light and shadow.

Exudes a faint fragrance.