Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She said: "You should ask your brother Yu Falcon personally what my identity is."

"As for why I wore Yu Falcon's clothes...and why I walked out of his room..."

The pretty woman leaned against the door, smiling.

"Because my skirt... was torn..."

She was slightly close to Liu Xueying's ear, her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but it was meaningful.

Just in time, whether intentionally or not, the man who appeared behind Liu Xueying could hear her.

Liu Xueying's face changed slightly.

Anyone who hears these ambiguous words will think wrongly.

She turned around, but before she could see the man's face clearly, she saw him walking past her like a stranger.

He was carrying a large basket on his back and carrying something wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

He walked up to Yun Si and looked at her calmly.

Although she hadn't said anything yet, Liu Xueying suddenly panicked for no reason.

An extremely strong premonition emerged in my heart, as if I sensed that something was out of control.

Departing from the original trajectory, everything was deviating from her expectations.

She raised her hand in a panic and grabbed the backpack.

"Brother Yu Falcon..."

She wanted to say something.

Unexpectedly, the man with his back to her picked up the person next to the door with one arm.

Holding her legs, the standard posture of holding a child.

She winked and wrapped her arms around his neck deftly.

It's so intimate, it's basically a gesture only done between partners.

Liu Xueying's face turned pale.

After picking up the barefooted girl with one hand and about to close the door, the man who had been silent until now glanced at the people outside.

His eyes fell on the basket at her feet. He lowered his head slightly and said quietly: "Don't bother, I don't need it."

"..." Liu Xueying said nothing, her body crumbling.

Yu Falcon didn't seem to have any intention of talking to her. After saying that, the heavy wooden door closed.

There was a click behind the door, and the latch was bolted, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

Liu Xueying collapsed on the ground, sitting there motionless.

His eyes fell on the closed door, and his eyes slowly turned red.

It seemed like tears were about to burst out of my eyes in the next second.

She sat there, squeezing herself tightly with her hands, as if trying to endure.

After sitting for a while, she suddenly stood up and approached the crack in the door.

Through the crack in the door, she watched closely, with determination that she would not give up until she saw the Yellow River.

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In the yard, Yu Xuan didn't say anything, he just held the light person with one arm, carried her to the house, and let her sit on a small bench.

The man wearing his clothes looked up at him, his red lips raised and his eyes clear.

She watched him put down his backpack and handed her the thing wrapped in oil paper.

She blinked and asked, "What is this?"

He said calmly: "Earlier."

"..."

oh.

Only then did she lower her head.

He brought a basin, then grabbed her feet and washed the dust off her feet.

After a night's rest, her feet were completely healed, with no traces left.

White and tender, like a piece of tender tofu freshly baked.

He knelt down and helped her wash and wipe her feet.

In her clear eyes, she took out a pair of beautiful and exquisite embroidered shoes from the basket on the side and put them on for her.

The size is neither too big nor too small, just right.

She ate the butter cake and paused.

She looked at him quietly and tilted her head slightly.

He seemed to want to laugh.