Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

It was a fair deal, and she didn't think he would lose anything.

But the scarred man leaned against the car and did not respond.

He just smoked a cigarette without saying a word and stopped looking at her.

At the same time, the sound of the iron door curtain downstairs being opened sounded.

A-wen came back, and the movement was neither too loud nor too small, just enough for her to hear.

"..." Yun Si withdrew her gaze.

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Awen came back empty-handed.

Wearing a pure white thin coat and gray trousers, she was covered with the cold night.

When I went up from downstairs, it was quiet, even the footsteps were light.

Like a cat.

If you don't listen carefully, you won't hear it at all.

After going up to the second floor, Yun Si was still standing by the window of the living room.

But the window had been closed by Ayang, and the curtains were drawn in a particularly domineering manner.

She was not allowed to look outside, and people from outside were not allowed to look inside.

Yun Si leaned against the wall and said nothing.

He just stared at Awen coming up from downstairs.

As if waiting for him to speak first.

Calm eyes, more and more probing.

"..." Awen stood still at the entrance of the stairs, and the light from the stairwell shone on him.

Maybe it was because the light was too cold, or maybe it was because the night outside was too cold.

His pure and clean aura now became much colder and more unreal.

Pale eyebrows, strangely white and empty eyes.

When he met her eyes, his steps as light as a cat's steps stopped.

Then, there was an overly eerie silence.

It was quiet, there was no sound on the entire second floor.

Only the cool autumn wind blew by outside, and there was faint thunder in the sky.

It's going to rain, in this dark night.

The wind noise outside seemed to be getting louder.

The dark night was flickering, and the cold moon was hidden somewhere.

The night was changing, with lightning and thunder.

It made the room even more quiet, extremely quiet, too quiet.

It was so quiet that you could clearly hear the wind outside.

She didn't speak. The evil ghost standing at the top of the stairs lowered his eyes calmly.

It blocked the two pale eyes and also blocked the darkness in them.

The cold white fingertips moved slightly, but there was no curvature on the lips.

Too silent, relatively speechless.

It seemed that he still didn't intend to tell her anything.

If he really couldn't remember and couldn't tell her before, then now...

At least he knew something, but he didn't want to tell her.

Yun Si didn't even know what he was thinking.

He lowered his eyes and did not look at her.

She leaned against the wall and slowly withdrew her gaze.

Rarely, he didn't take the initiative to ask him anything.

Silent and quiet.

The atmosphere in the air was visibly condensed.

It was as if the air had condensed into ice.

Even the stupid Ayang seemed to feel something.

Subconsciously, he hugged Yun Si like a dog and rested his head on her shoulder.

He kissed her and said nothing.

He just held her like this, his dark eyes staring at her obediently.

He is not that weird, has twists and turns, and basically doesn't hide himself.

He and Awen are simply two extremes.

Yun Si turned her face slightly and lowered her eyes to look at him.

He was a big fool, and when he met her eyes, his eyes seemed to light up.

Take the initiative to rub her nose and kiss her.

Because he was too tall, he could only bend over.

The posture was a bit strenuous, but he didn't seem to mind.

Passionate and unreserved.

Silly and silly, yet extremely lovable.