Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He didn't answer, just lowered his eyes in silence.

I still have thoughts about it, but I just haven’t said it out loud.

I have been thinking about it for so long, how could I just let it go?

Looking at his appearance, she felt a little softer. She moved her lips and said softly, "See you later."

If he really wanted to, then she...

It wouldn't hurt to satisfy him one more time.

"real?"

He raised his eyes and his eyes fell on her quietly.

"Will we see you again?"

"Um."

Yun Si nodded, "As long as you want, you can."

"As long as I want..." Jiang Yan murmured, raising the corners of his lips slightly, like a smile, but not like a smile.

The gaze that stared at her gradually became darker.

"hope so……"

"Hopefully, she will show up."

I hope he can find the answer this time.

The answer she admitted herself.

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That night.

The first snow stopped, and a thin layer of snow fell on the ground, covering up the traces of the last autumn rain and making the earth a little cooler.

Everything is covered in white, shrouded in milky white mist, as if the God of Creation has cast an impenetrable veil over the earth, vague and mysterious.

The gloomy black clouds still stubbornly accumulate above, hiding the moonlight and the tiny and boundless stars.

Under the eaves with matching pointed angles, red lanterns hang desertedly, swaying silently in the cold wind.

The candle in the lantern has been extinguished, there is no warmth, and there are only a few remaining pieces of snow.

It was completely silent, and the room was pitch black.

The incense used to soothe the nerves burned continuously, and white smoke filled the air.

Under the bed tent, at some point, a shallow and silent shadow appeared.

Disturbing the faint smoke, it brings a different kind of fragrance.

The night was dark and silent, and the moonlight was so dull that it could not shine even half of the light through the window eaves.

Beside the bed, a light-colored shadow fell gently on the gauze curtain.

A white and warm hand slowly stretched out, gently, like a night elf, lifting the veil.

"Master?"

A very small, gentle and clear voice.

The night was silent except for her.

Wearing a scorching red dress, she was lying beside the bed, her black hair spread out, and the hosta in her hair lightly.

Quietly, carefully, appearing like a goddess, without any glitz.

The light on the body is soft and shallow, and the fragrance is permeated.

Thin plain fingers fell on the hand of the person on the bed, grabbing it and tugging gently.

"Master?"

Dreams are like illusions.

This scene is like a dream, but not like a dream.

It's hard to tell.

The next second she gently called him, she saw her hand being grabbed instantly.

The cold hands are still cold.

He held her firmly, fingers intertwined.

She must have said, "Master?"

The person who had been haunted by dreams finally appeared again, but he was calmer than expected, a little abnormally calm.

He slowly opened his eyes, his phoenix eyes were so dark that they almost melted into the night.

He held her and said nothing.

Just quietly, his eyes were dim and unclear.

"Young Master..." The man who appeared like an elf slowly and actively approached him.

The red dress is thin and light, like butterfly feathers, ready to dance at any time.

Without the obstructive veil, this time, her lips gently landed on his eyebrows.

A shallow kiss, falling like a feather, with indescribable emotions.

very gentle.

It looks like a fairy, but it won't hurt him like a real fairy.

She always showed kindness and gentle kindness to him.

Jiang Yan's hand slowly fell on her bare waist, stroking it silently.