Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The cold wind carrying the chill of winter came in through the curtain of the sedan chair.

It was like a knife that instantly penetrated into the heart of the shrinking young master.

He seemed to have predicted something, and hugged himself tightly in panic.

My whole body was so tense that the invisible thorns on my body were about to stand up.

Her white fingers clutched her clothes tightly, her head lowered, completely frightened.

He was afraid, he was terrified, and for a moment, he even wished that the time of the whole world would stop at this moment.

Don't flow, don't do this.

He doesn't want to get married, he doesn't want...

The young master who had always imagined that someone could save him seemed to finally realize his fate at this moment.

It cannot be changed and no one can save it.

Everyone is forcing him... forcing him...

He huddled there, his mind going blank.

His nasal passages were so clogged and sore, and his chest was so suffocated that he couldn't bear it at all.

It was like an airtight net that viciously bound him, without even a chance to breathe.

he--

The sound of firecrackers, the sound of rain, and the festive sound of the time.

It seemed like it was magnified hundreds of times in an instant.

There was an icy strong wind blowing, and through the red hijab, you could feel the light inside the sedan being bright.

It symbolizes that his last layer of protective shell has been destroyed.

The soft curtain of the sedan chair was opened.

The warm atmosphere outside became strong, with a chill and the pungent smell of firecrackers.

He shuddered almost physiologically.

With his eyes blurred by tears, through the red hijab that was as thin as smoke, he saw the person who came in slightly leaning forward.

She came in and visibly paused when she saw his movements.

The wind outside kept blowing, blowing past her and falling in the corner where he huddled.

Swirling.

There seemed to be something else mixed in with the strong smell of firecrackers and gunpowder smoke.

Somewhat fragrant.

Quietly, as if coming from her.

The squeamish and aggrieved young master looked at the person coming in through the red hijab with his wet eyes, like a little hamster.

The noise around him was so noisy that he was about to collapse emotionally. For some reason, it seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

The world has become extremely quiet.

Only the cold and slender figure was left.

She was not too far away from him, and her face could not be seen clearly through the hijab.

Just looking at it like this, it doesn't seem... ugly.

He sucked in his clogged nose and didn't move.

It was clear that the matchmaker had repeatedly warned him before that he would come out after the sedan stopped.

But he seemed to have completely forgotten about it at this moment, and looked away immediately.

He lowered his legs on the cushion, raised his hands, and wiped his tears haphazardly.

Don't speak or look at her.

The red hijab was wet, and his soft, white and beautiful face could be seen clearly.

Even though she is childish, she still can't conceal her beauty that is famous all over the world.

Noble, endearing, and imaginative.

His eyes were lowered to the side, his eyebrows were noble and arrogant.

Like a pampered greenhouse flower, it is so beautiful that it is pleasing to the eye, but it is also covered with sharp thorns.

The back that was pretending to be strong stood straight and tense.

She didn't seem nervous, but her hands were tightly gripping the fabric on her legs, and the wrinkles were completely pulled out.

The wet red hijab could not block the vulnerability beneath his pretense of calmness.

The visitor stood there quietly, looking at him, and paused for a while.

Then, he took a step forward.