A complete rainbow hangs in the sky, as gorgeous as their heart-wrenching journey.

"Can you make a wish?" Zhai Xingchen said, "I heard that you can make a wish towards the rainbow."

The music sounded, and the subtitles slowly floated out, and they wrote: "Make a wish, may your dreams come true."

Huo Cheng, sitting in the darkness, lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was making a wish.

The screen dimmed, and the quiet scene suddenly became commotion. As soon as someone stood up, he saw the curtains on both sides of the big screen slowly closing and stopping in the middle.

The voice of host Xiao Xie came out: "Whether it is everyone's love for "Red and Blue Signal" or the love between the guests, whether it is secret love, love, or regret, love is precious. Thousands of words, there are only two words of thank you. Zhai Xingchen's last dance of "Picking Flowers" is dedicated to everyone."

A beam of light hit, Zhai Xingchen stood on the stage in white clothes.

His gorgeous clothes were soft and light. He raised his arms, his eyebrows and eyes were still red, his eyelashes were wet, as if they were tearful, and his expression was so sad and quiet, dancing in the quiet singing. His arms were as soft as spreading their wings to fly. He raised his hand, hooked his feet, and trembled his body. Every movement was extremely beautiful, like the flowers in the white bottle in front of the Buddha, but extremely plain but with bright light. He was like a compassionate and beautiful god, who came to pick up flowers under the stars and moonlight, and was still a dance move with flowing clouds and water, soothing and quiet, but it was straight into people's hearts.

Everyone looked at him quietly. When the tears had not yet dissipated and his heart was still sad, he danced such a beautiful dance. The middle and late music was very grand. This was a song composed for the last glory of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It was covered with sadness like a swelling of the prosperous times. He seemed to be out of gravity, and every movement seemed to be frozen. He was covered in plain clothes, and even the light was plain white, but the flowers in his hands were bright red.

Huo Cheng looked at him quietly, motionless.

Yan Zhi's lips, which had been pursing tightly, were loosened, and tears came out of his eyes.

Hu Ying's expression was so solemn.

Lin Qingning thought that he might also like Zhai Xingchen, at least at this moment, he was fascinated by this dance that no one could resist. In the last dance where everything was settled, he found that he might not be the only fish that missed the net.

This is so late, I am so lucky and regretful.

His eyes turned red, he lowered his head and stopped looking.

Pei Xu stared at Zhai Xingchen motionlessly, thinking that he was so lucky.

At the bottom of the white skirt, flowers embroidered with gold thread seemed to bloom in rotation. The swinging skirt was like a spreading fan. The narrowed skirt made him look more dignified and exquisite. Petals fell from the flowers in his hand. Zhai Xingchen stood with a flower, holy and compassionate.

The Bodhisattva who picks up flowers, comes to save people. A flower is thrown into the water, thank you for your favor and cross your love sea.

Under the big screen in the square, thousands of people looked up at him dancing alone. On the big screen, Zhai Xingchen was given a close-up.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and a tear mark on his face was desolate and gorgeous, leaving the world independent, and the gods entered the mortal world.

On millions of screens of all sizes, a round light cage was cast from the top of his head, covering his white clothes, but colorful light was projected from below and shone on the flowers in his skirt.
Chapter completed!