Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The moment she frowned, he relaxed.

He was probably too focused on staring at her and didn't have the strength to hold it back.

The moment she let go, she realized that her hand had been pinched red.

Her soft and beautiful hands had marks all over them.

His fingertips tightened and his voice became lower.

"Yes...I'm sorry——"

Yun Si rubbed her wrist and made a stop gesture.

"..." His thin body was slightly hunched and his eyes were lowered.

His eyebrows were pale, and his pale lips were slightly pursed.

Yun Si looked at him and motioned for him to sit down first.

I don't really care about the pain in my hands being pinched.

"Tell me, what do you think?"

She was asked so suddenly. Could it be that he had come up with a good reason to deceive her? ?

While she was talking, the silly big man Ayang grabbed her red hand.

He didn't say anything, just held it and whirred.

Knead and press.

He looks like a disobedient and mad dog, but he is also extremely sweet and heartwarming.

Yun Si glanced at him and touched his head symbolically.

He paused, then breathed louder.

All the cold gas blew into the palm of her hand.

A little cold.

But the red marks are gradually fading.

Yun Si touched him and then focused her attention on Awen opposite.

Awen has a cold and quiet temperament, and it is not easy for him to take the initiative.

He stared at her steadily, those two overly strange white eyes, as if they were covered with an impenetrable net. Every time she looked at him, she could not catch the changes in the emotions in his eyes.

In addition to occasionally showing a pitiful look at the beginning, later——

Yun Si can only judge his mood through his words and deeds.

If you speak gently and softly, you are in a normal mood; if you are silent and too quiet, you are angry.

When he is happy, he will take the initiative to kiss her. When he is unhappy, he will sit quietly in the corner by himself.

There is no emotion in her eyes, she always makes judgments in this way.

but now……

Yun Si slowly moved the bowl aside, "You..."

"I remembered some."

He looked at her intently, his eyes were white and his brows were gentle.

Her tone was gentle, as if she were dealing with a fragile porcelain doll.

"Can you ask me?"

His hands were placed on his knees, and his thin back was slightly bent.

He is not as straight as before, and his shoulders are even leaning forward.

His pale fingers fell on the shadow, and the evil spirit flower on his left cheek faintly emerged.

Neither noisy nor fussy, but there was a bit of sadness in Yun Si's eyes.

After being together for a long time, she could understand him to some extent.

He would not be like A Yang who would let her know immediately when she was sad and lost. He would never do any of these things, including crying, making trouble and hanging herself.

Even when he is in trouble, he is quiet and silent, without a trace of sound, and never attracts attention.

It's so rare to come to her on the initiative, and even ask her to ask...

not easy.

Yun Si looked at him and was silent for a moment.

Then, I sighed inwardly and cooperated.

"Then, I asked?"

"..." Awen stared at her, "You ask."

He replied quickly, as if he had been waiting for her answer.

"Um……"

Yun Si thought for a while.

In fact, she herself had nothing to ask.

Many things were just out of curiosity for her, and it didn't matter whether she knew them or not.

She thought about it for a moment, then succinctly.

"Just tell me what you remember."

"You go ahead and tell me if you have any questions, I'll ask them."

She gave him plenty of room to answer.