Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Subconsciously, he glanced at the clock hanging in the distance, "It's only nine o'clock, sir, is he already asleep?"

"Yes, sir, he seems a little tired tonight."

The servant thought for a while and had no choice but to say this.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why people who used to sleep early in the morning suddenly started going to bed early now.

"..." Uncle Wang stopped and looked at the information he was holding.

"All right."

If you can’t interrupt, you’ll have to do it early the next morning.

"By the way, sir, he also said that no one should wake him up tomorrow morning."

The servant suddenly added, "Sir said he knew it well and would get up when it was time."

"..." It's getting weirder and weirder.

Uncle Wang looked upstairs.

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It's a dream.

In the dream, it was also raining.

The rain was not heavy, but not light either.

Just like in reality, it is heavier than the drizzle, so much so that one has to hold an umbrella.

At this moment, it's daytime.

The outside of the villa was still shrouded in raindrops, and the beautiful and delicate roses swayed silently in the sound of rain.

The rich floral fragrance was mixed in the rain and finally faded away.

The lighter it is, the more you can smell the faint fragrance.

Floating in mid-air, shuttled among the flowers and leaves.

Like a naughty kitten, rolling around, not restless at all.

This time, when the dreaming man opened his eyes again, he was in his own bed.

The surrounding environment is bright and the sound of rain is clear and distinctive.

It's so real that people can't tell whether it's a dream or reality. The environment seems real and fake, making it difficult to tell.

But the person lying on the bed seemed to be able to tell the difference.

He seemed to know that this was in a dream.

It was raining outside, and he stood up with a cane.

The pace hardly stopped for a moment.

Probably because he was in a hurry, when he went downstairs, his limp steps even staggered a bit because he was too fast.

There was a slight sound from the ankle bone, as if it was twisted.

A sharp tingling sensation came, so strong that it didn't even seem like a dream.

But this is a dream. In the dream, there is no one.

No servants, no butlers...nothing, just him.

The elegant and noble man didn't even wear shoes.

After twisting his leg, he looked a little embarrassed and his face turned a little pale.

When his bare feet stepped on the cold tile floor, he felt both pain and bone-chilling sensations. It was as if thousands of fine needles were pricking the soles of his feet. The pain was excruciating.

He held on to the handrail of the stairs with some force, his joints glowing intensely white, supporting his body.

The rain was still falling outside, and he staggered step by step.

Stumbling, he ran outside.

Even the crutches that were always in my hands were left behind, and there was no time to pick them up.

The rain outside is still neither heavy nor light, and shows no sign of stopping.

When the cold raindrops hit his body, his thin clothes were quickly soaked.

The cold air pricked my skin, and the ground was indescribably cold.

The endless sea of ​​flowers, lingering under the cold rain, is still blooming beautifully without losing its color.

The gray sky, the dark clouds, everything is so bleak.

Only the delicate rose is always warm and bright, like a wanton fire, burning up the entire land.

Bring endless warmth.

The staggering man stepped on the mud with his bare feet.

The black mud spots polluted him, and the bone-chilling coldness of his body seemed to have dissipated in the rain, leaving nothing but embarrassment.