Chu Huai first turned over and jumped off the horse. He raised his hand and wiped the drops on his face, with a slight tut.

Dye white slowly.

The little monk of the temple seemed to know Chu Huai. When he saw Chu Huai coming, he quickly ordered someone to prepare hot water and a room for them.

"Where's master Huiyun?" Chu Huai asked.

The little monk replied shyly, "the host is still in the meditation room."

Chu Huai nodded lazily and coldly. Without asking again, he came to the room specially prepared by the temple with ranbai.

"No one else has lived in this room." Chu Huai slightly hooked his lower lip, "wait... I'll wait a minute."

The voice fell,

The boy quickly rushed into the bamboo forest connected to the guest room. He came back soon with an umbrella and threw a set of purple clothes to dye white. He said vaguely, "there are no other clothes in the temple. I have lived here before. You can wear this first."

Ranbai slowly took over the clothes and gave a shallow hum.

The two soon separated.

It is said that Chu Huai went to master Huiyu after washing. He didn't know exactly what he said and did.

The rain stopped at night,

The dark clouds piled up in the sky are scattered, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse in the dark sky, a full moon is suffused with a light silver cold light, and the bamboo forest just destroyed by wind and rain is still lush, tall and straight.

Dyed white in the room,

She leaned there carelessly, her face was a little pale. She was caught in the rain today. She may have a little cold, but it's not a big deal.

Dyed white and light eyes looked at the reflection outside the window. The shadow of the lush bamboo forest shook slightly. There was a faint sound in the night, and finally fell silently.

I don't know how long it took,

The bamboo forest was quiet again, still quiet and far away.

A slight knock came from outside the door,

Before ranbai could open it, the door of the guest room had been pushed open.

The boy in black rushed in and saw the snow figure sitting by the window.

The man was wearing only a thin white tunic, and in the candlelight reflection, he became more and more morbid and fragile.

She lowered her eyes, held a book in her white and beautiful hand, and her long eyelashes covered her peach blossom eyes.

Generally, peach blossom eyes always have a sense of drunkenness and demon governance, but on that person, there is more ice and snow.

She looked quiet and indifferent, with a sense of indifference to fame and wealth.

However, only Chu Huai knew that the appearance of being aloof and indifferent to the world was just an illusion.

The day scene is the best proof.

Listening to the sound of subtle footsteps approaching, ran Bai put down the book, gently raised his long eyelashes, looked at him, and asked casually: "Assassin again?"

The person who answered was also careless, "well, it has been solved."

Chu Huai sat quietly next to ran Bai. He held his face and looked at the book in the hands of the boy in snow clothes. He was not very interested, but he was inexplicably upset that the people in front of him focused on the book.

The slender boy stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed the book from dye White's hand. While taking it, he muttered lazily: "what book do you read at night? It doesn't cost your eyes?"

"Because it's boring." ranbai answered with a smile.

The boy hummed softly and didn't express any opinion on ranbai's answer.

As he deserved, he rubbed against the dyed white bed and rolled into it automatically.

Dyed white picked a beautiful light eyebrow tip and looked at him.