Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"I really didn't mean that..."

She clasped her hands behind her back and looked at him softly.

He asked her to come over, and she moved slowly and in small steps.

It seems like he still wants to run.

Jiang Yan stared at her, his bloodless hands stopped in mid-air, his expression unclear.

She moved to him quickly, lowered her head, looked at him with her beautiful eyes, and said in a small voice, "I'm just worried about you..."

Before he finished speaking, he pulled her hand to him.

His hands were still cold.

He grabbed her, hard.

She was pulled and forced to take another step forward.

She got closer, close enough to touch his shoulders and smell his cold breath.

As cold as a wet water ghost, the coldness completely spread to her hands as he held her.

"worry about me?"

His cold white jade fingers landed on her wrist.

Go up slowly, touch and pinch gently.

Squeezing the soft and warm flesh on her arm, his tone was slightly cool.

It seemed like he was angry, but he also seemed like he wasn't angry.

Yun Si couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so she just lowered her head, looked at him, and blinked.

"Why are you worried about me?" he asked.

The cold hands grasped her, like an evil spirit floating on the water, feeling like they were going to drag her down at any moment.

She was stunned for a moment and replied: "You want to know the reason?"

"Well, tell me."

Today, he seemed to be suddenly more curious.

Obviously, he had never asked such a question before.

Of course, it's also possible that she didn't show any particular concern for him before.

Today she suddenly said she was worried about him...

That's why he asked casually.

Just a casual question.

She thought for a while and said: "There is no special reason, I just feel..."

She paused.

"I think you can be considered my benefactor. I can't just watch my benefactor get sick, right?"

The reasons were half-true and half-false, and the tone was sincere.

After all, he had no feelings for her, so she couldn't tell the truth and say it was because she liked him.

Because I like it, I worry about it.

She hid her thoughts and hid them well.

The eyes that looked at him were only clean and transparent, nothing else, calm and calm,

"..." Jiang Yan held her hand, his eyes extremely dark.

"benefactor?"

Blood red lips, voice cold.

She looked down at his hands and then at him, "Isn't it?"

"Then...can they be considered friends?"

She tested it, but he suddenly hit her hard.

I don't know what words made him unhappy. He squeezed her hand bones and looked at her with dark eyes.

Silent, just staring at her.

It was as if a chill spread all over his body, rising from the soles of his feet and spreading upwards.

"..." She blinked, feeling the coldness imprisoning her wrist.

The atmosphere became a little colder in the air.

It was inexplicably quiet, almost stagnant.

The rain outside gradually became heavier again, and the cold mist seemed to be creeping in through the small gaps in the windows.

Inside, the candlelight was bright, and the pure white incense in the incense burner curled up like light feathers.

Under the stagnant atmosphere, Jiang Yan slowly let go of his hand, closed his eyes, and stopped looking at her.

"never mind."

He was cold.

Come to think of it, what is he hoping for?

She is not her.

Even if there are similarities, that's not it.

If it were really her, she would definitely answer that she liked him.

In the dream, she said she liked him.

I said it clearly.

She is not her.

Inexplicably and out of anger, he rejected the increasingly certain answer in his mind.

He has returned to his inhumane appearance.

Push her away and stop looking at her.