Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

A delicate and beautiful angel doll with jewel-like clear green eyes.

Wearing a small black skirt, behind her is a pair of black wings spread out.

Soft body, white feet.

There is also a bright red rope tied around the ankle.

The card that was not placed aside was blown up by the wind from nowhere.

It landed lightly on the ground, and those words on it were still there——

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The little boy stared at the beautiful angel doll, and the little hand holding the scissors suddenly let go.

The scissors landed on the carpeted floor.

There was only a small sound.

Seeing such a beautiful and unique angel doll, his hands seemed to be shaking.

A beautiful angel should be pure white in color.

But he didn't seem to have this concept.

Just staring at the beautiful doll in front of her, she tentatively and gently stretched out her hand.

Carefully, it seems, I like it very much, and I am afraid that I will break it.

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After holding the beautiful and delicate angel doll, his light golden and clear eyes seemed to be slightly red.

The thin little arms began to exert force and hug his doll tightly.

The doll is soft, made of excellent fabric, and has a faint, indescribable floral fragrance.

The lonely little boy held his baby and kissed it carefully.

Then he buried his face in the doll's body.

He seemed a little nervous and a little shy.

"Cesia...Cesia..."

He repeated the doll's name very quietly.

Like a little rabbit, he kept humping the doll, making his cheeks turn red.

Clingy and warm.

Beautiful doll, motionless.

Outside the window, the wind came from nowhere and silently opened the closed curtain.

Under the light and shadow of the light, the hanging card slowly flew up on the soft carpet.

Silently, quietly, he returned to the table.

There seemed to be a light shadow falling on the young boy's frail back.

Appearing lightly like a ghost.

It fell on the white carpet.

Black wings, displayed.

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"Are you calling me?"

A soft and childish voice sounded in the silent room.

Like the spring breeze, it suddenly appears.

The little boy who was holding the angel doll in his arms suddenly stiffened.

The stranger's voice made him subconsciously nervous, wary and afraid.

He hugged the angel doll tightly, his little quail-like head shrank and said nothing.

His long curly eyelashes trembled wildly. He bit his lip slightly, turned around, and took a quick look.

He buried his little head into the angel doll's arms again and remained stiff for several seconds.

Finally, he looked up sharply.

His wet eyes suddenly looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

In the midair, flapping black wings, was a beautiful and flawless little angel.

He tilted his head slightly, blinked his evil green eyes, and looked at him curiously.

The young boy was completely stunned.

Compared to dolls, real little angels are more beautiful and more unreal.

She was very small and looked about the same size as him.

Flapping her petite wings, in mid-air, a bright red rope was tied to her slender ankle.

A small shadow fell on the carpet. She looked at him and slowly stretched out her hand.

She bent her eyes slightly and smiled sweetly and softly, as if she was showing friendship to him.