Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Winter.

Jinnan Island.

The winter cold style is desolate and desolate, with the three-foot-frozen temperature of the sea roaring in.

Like the invisible sharp knife, it cuts one piece at a time, causing pain to the person's cheek until it cracks.

In the cold winter, the roses in the manor have withered.

The bright colors in spring were also dispersed by such wind.

The ground was covered with dead leaves, as well as withered and drooping flower stalks.

Only a few dull green leaves remained on the branches close to the ground.

Like that old woman, although she has been carefully cared for, it still doesn't help.

We can only maintain the remaining life with difficulty and wait for the spring of next year.

Resurrection.

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Inside the villa.

Another dream.

Qiao Fuxing looked calmly at the empty room, motionless.

I don't know when it started raining outside, and the rain hit the glass window, splashing into water droplets, gathering along the glass and falling down.

The ground was covered with cold rainwater and the scent of roses that was moistened by it.

It was diluted a lot by the rain, mixed with the earthy aroma, but you can still smell it.

He sat on the bed, the warm breath no longer around him.

The room was empty, silent and desolate.

His eyes were calm and downcast.

He was motionless, like a lifeless sculpture.

The hands hanging under the quilt were slowly clenched.

Clenched into a fist, extremely powerful.

I don’t know how long it took, but the rain outside became heavier and heavier.

The decaying flowers were also bent down in the howling rain.

Wobbly and extremely pitiful.

Qiao Fuxing lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips seemed to twitch.

Somewhat ironic.

Knowing that this was a dream and that she was not in the dream, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The moment he landed, he was suddenly startled.

It was as if he noticed something strange about his legs.

His legs...

It seems better.

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"Click——"

The door to the room opened.

Someone walked in.

"you're awake?"

The familiar and delicate voice is hers.

Qiao Fuxing raised his eyes almost immediately.

The clenched fists suddenly loosened.

I only saw the slender and tall man with long hair, simply tied up with a headband.

She had her back to him, wearing a thin warm white turtleneck sweater and a snowflake skirt. Her back was particularly gentle and beautiful.

Graceful and charming.

The rain outside was loud, but it was extremely quiet inside the house.

She opened the closet and put the recovered clothes back in.

While moving, he said: "When you wake up, wash up quickly. It's getting late. I'll heat up breakfast. You can eat some -"

Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly hugged.

A man with bare feet and no shoes ran and jumped at him.

He almost pressed her against the cabinet.

"……ah--"

She was caught off guard by his actions.

His center of gravity was unstable and he almost hit the cabinet door.

"What...what happened?"

She turned her face slightly, the broken hair hanging down by her cheeks, fair and delicate.

As beautiful as a porcelain doll in a painting.

The man held her with great force, as strong as a beast.

His whole head was buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, his fingers trembling.

I don't know what I'm afraid of.

"Si Si...my Si Si..."

As he spoke, there was even a sense of loss of control and excitement.

"..." The person who was caught off guard relaxed slightly and felt helpless.