Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She went upstairs, stood at the door, and closed her umbrella.

The dripping umbrella was placed next to the foot of the door. She gently pushed the door open, first exposing a crack to observe the situation inside.

The candles inside were as bright as day, and rows of candles burned on both sides.

Quietly, no sound.

Only the faint scent of incense came, with a familiar smell.

he is.

She slowly opened the door, entered, and quickly closed it again.

He took off his cloak, walked around the pillar like a thief, and walked past.

At this time, he was standing by the window, hands behind his back, quietly looking down at the window.

The wind was strong outside, blowing in through the fragile wooden window, blowing his hand that was lying by the window pale.

It was so white that it was almost transparent, and you could clearly see the blood vessels flowing under the thin skin.

Cyan, so cold that it turned purple.

Yun Si hugged the fur coat and wanted to hang it back on the shelf.

I saw him standing alone by the window, calm and calm, his back was cold, as if his body was about to turn into snow.

She paused and looked down at her cloak.

Quite a while.

The man with a deserted look suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders.

The fur coat carrying the scent of her body was put on, and it was warm, retaining her body temperature.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, her fingers slender and green, "What are you looking at? Isn't it cold?"

Although it is said that she may not mind her own business, or she may not ask.

But when he stood like this, being blown by the wind, she felt heartbroken and couldn't help it.

I always want to care about him, although it is very likely that I will be hot on the face but cold on the bottom.

Jiang Yan moved and looked back.

The dark eyes were like a thousand-year-old ice pool at the moment, looking down at her quietly.

It seemed to be several degrees colder than the wind blowing in from outside, and it was bone-chilling.

She made up her mind, her beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkling, "...Forget it, I won't ask anymore, you can do whatever you want."

She always felt frightened when he looked at her like this.

She wanted to hide aside, but suddenly he pulled her back.

His hands were extremely cold, a bit colder than usual.

It was obviously in a very warm room, but it was colder than hers, a person who had just returned from going out.

She was caught, and for a moment, she felt like she was being pulled into a deep pool.

Being dragged by the gloomy water ghost sent chills to the bones.

Her eyes trembled slightly and she looked at him blankly.

Those moving eyes reflected his pale face.

He pulled her with a little force.

"Didn't I tell you to come back if it rains?"

His moody tone was more like a sign before he was about to get angry.

Looking at her, the coldness in his eyes did not melt away at all because of the warmth on his body.

As if he was angry.

Because she doesn't keep her promise.

She was stunned and said, "I'm back. I'll be back as soon as it rains."

It's just that...she was walking slowly along the way, not walking fast.

So I might have come back a little late, as it had been raining for a while.

He stared at her steadily, his black eyes making people tremble.

I don't know whether to believe her answer or not.

She looked at him, thought for a moment, and explained, "It's rainy and the road is slippery. You can't walk fast. If you walk too fast, you'll fall."

"You don't want me to fall and hit my eye, right?"

Her tone was gentle and her mood was stable. She knew he was unhappy and would patiently explain to him.

Although, this explanation doesn't seem to work.

He took a step forward, raised his extremely cold hand, and pinched her cheek.

The cold made her shiver.

"you--"

"I'll come back when it's going to rain."

"..." She was stunned.