Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the sky was dull, and thunder and lightning flashed from time to time.

Mr. Sheng was sitting in front of the glass window of the villa, looking quietly out of the window. The phone on his lap lit up, showing a map.

On the map, a small red dot stopped at a certain place for a long time and never moved.

The cold and white Mr. Sheng sat quietly, like a cold and white sculpture.

The red dot on the phone flashed. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes were lowered, and the slightly drooped eye tips were soft and fair. He was fair and beautiful but also revealed an inexplicable innocence.

He stared at the red dot quietly, and nodded with his cold, white and slender hand, as if he wanted to make a call.

But she once said that she didn't like a boyfriend who was too clingy and always called her.

Be gentle, patient, tolerant of her, and don't lose your temper.

Mr. Sheng's narrow eyes were dark, revealing a cold and indifferent feeling in the rainy night, without any gentleness.

Sitting in a wheelchair, her eyebrows are slightly gloomy, with a sickly pale beauty, like a faint poisonous snake.

The cold white fingertips touched the red dot, tapping it slowly, as if counting down.

Finally, the red dot moved.

Start moving towards the villa, just like before.

Mr. Sheng looked out the window again, his eyes clear, cold, and emotionless.

The red dot on the phone kept moving, his eyes were dark, and there was an extremely cold and suffocating feeling in the shadow reflected by the glass window.

It seemed that he was in an extremely bad mood and was extremely manic.

Mr. Sheng is very quiet, has a thin back, and is very beautiful.

His slender white hands slowly curled up into fists, and his eyes narrowed slightly, removing all the coldness.

Extremely silent.

When Yun Si came back, she was a little wet.

It was raining heavily outside, and she was too lazy to hold an umbrella, so when she came back, her little suit was inevitably stained by rainwater, making it half wet and half dry.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and looked out into the hall as she changed her shoes.

"Mr. Sheng, I'm back."

She put down her bag and walked in with her slippers on.

When she saw that gentle and beautiful figure sitting quietly by the glass window with a book in her hand, Yun Si did not walk over.

Not wanting to disturb him, she grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and went straight upstairs.

"Mr. Sheng, I'm going to take a shower first. See you later."

The fair-skinned and silent man looked sideways slightly, his soft and thick long eyelashes drooping, and his lips were light in color.

The woman's casualness and lack of expression made him slowly lower his head without saying a word.

The corners of the pages of the book had been torn by his pinching, and the slender finger bones were trembling and turning white due to excessive force.

Like fragile and beautiful porcelain, pale and extremely beautiful.

He lowered his eyelids and listened to the sound of the bedroom door closing. He remained silent without saying a word.

The eyes were gloomy and gloomy, as if there was a thick ink color wrapped in a cold shell that was slowly spreading.

It was very cold.

The rain outside was still falling, and the rainwater hit the glass windows and gathered into small streams of water, slowly flowing down.

In the quiet living room, only the patter of rain outside echoed, coming from all directions, bringing a chill.

He lowered his head, maintained the same posture, and sat quietly for a long time.

Until I heard the door on the second floor.

The door opened, and she walked downstairs briskly in her slippers, her footsteps very light.

But it could still reach his ears clearly step by step.

It was as if it had stepped on the apex of his heart.