Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

His pale and thin eyebrows drooped quietly and he said nothing.

The hand that was still exerting force just now finally relaxed.

Yun Si pursed her lips and looked at him, then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Are you scared?" she asked.

He didn't answer.

Just slowly, he grabbed her hand.

He has a large frame, so even though he is thin, his hands are still large.

It was big enough to wrap around her easily, tightly, even a little tremblingly.

Probably, it's the silent default, right?

Yun Si had almost figured out his temperament during this period of time.

Generally speaking, if he doesn't say anything, it means he agrees and is acceptable.

If he speaks, it really means that he doesn't like it and doesn't agree with it.

Yun Si lowered her eyes and looked at his legs that were bruised by her pinching, and then at his silent profile.

After thinking quietly for a while, Xu finally understood something.

She reached out, opened her arms, and hugged him.

She kissed his cheek and whispered: "Fool, nothing will happen to you, and you will definitely get better."

"Don't be afraid, okay?"

Still silent.

He lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

There was no emotion at all, it was like he was back to the way he was before.

Yun Si knew that he was uneasy, but she didn't know how to eliminate the uneasiness in his heart.

Regarding self-healing, she could not explain the reason to him, and there was no way to guarantee her promise.

I can only coax him over and over again to make him happy and stop thinking about these messy things.

She looked at his gloomy and silent look and sighed in her heart.

late at night.

When Lord Death held the scepter and came out to work, he passed by a large rehabilitation center on the street.

She paused and stood in front of the door of the sanatorium, staring up.

After flipping through the book of life and death, there are no new tasks to do.

So, Lord Death walked into the sanatorium.

The next day, when He Yan woke up, he saw his girlfriend lying next to the bed, asleep.

Quietly, holding his hand, her beautiful face seemed to be so white that it glowed.

He Yan looked at her and said nothing.

Quietly, stare at her face.

She seemed to be very tired, so even in the uncomfortable position of lying on the edge of the bed, she still slept deeply, unaware of his gentle touch.

He Yan looked at her for a long time.

Then, he reached out his hand and carefully touched her cheek.

Her body seemed to be cold all the time, and her face was ice-cold, soft and slippery.

He Yan slowly turned sideways, resting his arms to look at her closely.

Look at her beautiful eyebrows, delicate nose, and lips that are as red as petals.

He Yan gently touched her hair and stared at her, as if he was a little distracted.

He was thinking that a girl with such good conditions should have countless suitors around her, but in the end, she chose him out of mind.

He should have had reason to suspect that her motives were impure, but the eyes she looked at him were too blazing, like the warm sun.

She was serious about him, he could tell.

At least, she never complained about anything, but took care of him with all her heart.

He Yan felt a little confused.

He didn't know why she fell in love with him.

Obviously, he is just a disabled person with a bad temper who can't give her anything.

Why would she fall in love with someone like this?

The cool palms silently rubbed the ends of her eyes. She moved and slowly opened her eyes.