Alam Mandala
Feelings

The black hair that even though the night was still glittering was very beautiful to look at. Now what makes it beautiful, is none other than the moon that has shone above. Only partially, but now the sky was bright with thin clouds, making the night glow a little white.

The grass of blue lanterns swayed gently, some of the flowers flew in the wind and some fell.

Shen Shu looked at the flower in her palm while leaning against a tree. The flower is small blue with five petals. He found it this afternoon when the wind suddenly blew. One flower petal is brownish yellow, which means it is rotten. Maybe it was a flower that fell and blew in the wind afterwards. But what flower is this?

Sheng Shu approached him. Almost those beautiful, smooth eyelashes and skin touched her. Then he kissed her. There was a sour smell and a little fragrance. Sheng Shu then sighed and rewinded his face. Although the smell of the flower was a little unique, he now thought more about what feelings were arising in his heart, a strange feeling, which made him happy, capable of shaking his heart and soul without having to touch it. Feeling liked? No, it's deeper. Of love? Why do I feel it?

He felt like he was in the clouds of space, felt soaring and relieved, plus when he heard the news that the man had done something amazing.

Sheng Shu then placed the flower in his ear while thinking, why did this feeling suddenly approach him and just grow like a magical plant growing in a second.

But unfortunately, no matter how hard he thought about it, there was no answer to it, and it took him a long time to look for it.

Sheng Shu had no idea, no idea when he would find him.

Then he stood up. Beside him, there was an incense stick that had been turned on after he came. The incense was sandwiched between the small holes that were in the bark of the big old tree. If people observe it more closely, green plants will appear from between them and clear droplets.

Some spots also grow light green mosses, elongated and winding to form like caterpillars there.

Sheng Shu often looked at him then thought, if nature was able to make a valuable art and could not be made by humans.

Grinding his forehead, Sheng Shu sat back down. She slowly untied her shirt, then slowly rolled the beautiful dress down, then revealed white skin with soft, silky fur, like a 3-month-old baby; very supple.

On it was a slender neck and covered in long black strands of hair, which looked very clean. When compared with the neck of a white stork with fine feathers, it cannot be compared.

Sheng Shu raised his left hand and there was a wound on the part of his arm that was quite deep and spewed blood.

It then sucks up the blood that flows, then spits it out, making the green grass that is there red.

Then he took the long cloth he had brought, and tied it.

The fight against the person earlier this afternoon left him injured, but fortunately he managed to kill the person. They were the ones who wanted to propose to him, but because they refused, they took revenge.

His mother, Sheng jie just let him go. He considered it a punishment for breaking the order to enter the painting race well.

Since Sheng Shu was talented, he was able to defeat all of them, even though some parts of his body were injured.

He put his clothes on and stood up. The night is getting late.

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Inside that dim room, Bing Jiazhi sat cross-legged. His facial expression was extremely pale, and several times held back the pain as Zhizhu pulled out one by one the needles that pierced his back.

When one was plucked, blood would come out, then a terrible pain would be felt.

Zhizhu felt sorry for doing so, but she had no other choice. It was eager for him to hit the man in front of him right now, but seeing that expression, made him undo that intention. There was no other word but to scold him now. He wanted to say the man was stupid and pretentious to be a hero.

However, not for a long time he remembered, if he advanced against him, then he would definitely become a victim and suffer the same thing, then, which even he had to think twice about doing it if he felt the pain of what Bing Jiazhi was experiencing.

Therefore, he also thanked while remaining focused on unplugging.

Bing Jiazhi did not answer him, as his body felt very sick and exhausted from fighting.

After silence, Zhizhu wanted to scold him, but remembering the pain he was suffering, made him undo his intentions.

The night is getting worse. In the room was only silence and some pain-bearing sounds were heard. Outside, just as before, the birds fell asleep and the leaves fell, only the moon was not visible as the clouds and burning candles in the room grew dimmer and fainter.

In the end Zhizhu sighed, then looked at the blood coming out from Bing Jiazhi's back that could not be imagined how the pain was.

He stood up and walked outside. When he got to the door, he was silent. Wanted to turn around, but held him back. “Bing Jiazhi, you should take better care of yourself.”

Without waiting for an answer, he left. Not long after that the door slowly closed itself.

It took one stick of incense for Bing Jiazhi to open both of his eyes. His face looked paler and he was like a feverish man.

Then there was something on his chest. He then remembered that the paper that Sheng Shu had given him was there. Only three characters do not understand it. He did not want to take it out, but he then remembered that the three characters had meanings that were difficult to understand, so therefore, he then took it out and opened it.

He then scrunched his forehead because suddenly his body hurt.

Not long after that the three characters glowed. A second later the paper turned into a beautiful colorful light like a rainbow. The light then circled around Bing Jiazhi's body like it wanted to trace every inch of his body.

He felt astonished, but then was more curious as to what feeling appeared after the light circled around him; his body felt lighter, more comfortable, and the race of pain slowly disappeared.

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A strong wind finally blew. The moon that disappeared had finally reappeared. Its light illuminated the two blue pagodas that existed in the imperial capital of the Blue Star. It replaces sunlight that feels hot.

In front of the Pagoda, Sheng Shu raised his face looking at the moon. The white veil she wore showed a hint of a smile that was very sweet, beautiful and admirable.

The gray Han Fu was glowing tonight. On the pagoda floor, people looked at him while enjoying the night or just enjoying a cup of wine.

In her white hands was a single flower of blue grass. The flower is fresh and new in the flower.

While the other hand there is a colorful light around it.

He turned around and left from there.

His heart calmed down after a moment of discomfort. He thought it might be because the night wind was cooler than before.