Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

In the ballroom, all the sounds disappeared in an instant.

The only sound that echoed was the crisp sound of the witch's high heels, and then she stood still in front of the prince.

"Your Highness, it's time for you to find your glass slipper girl."

The unrivaled beauty of the witch smiled slightly and raised her fingers, and Cinderella's lost glass slipper appeared in front of the prince.

The mermaid princess disappeared in the blink of an eye, before she could even say a word.

The prince didn't seem to care about the mermaid princess anymore, and stared blankly at the witch's face, as if he was fascinated.

He slowly took the glass slipper, but the next second, he threw it aside.

He took a step closer to the witch, and then slowly stretched out his hand to her.

The plot freezes.

Gu Liang paused and then tapped twice on the keyboard.

The plot was frozen and motionless.

He pursed his lips and tapped on the keyboard again.

His dark eyes stared at the last line of the plot, seeming a little irritated.

He sat down again and went back and forth to watch the final plot.

The slender and beautiful finger bones were slightly curled up, placed on the thigh, and held the corner of his clothes.

This is how he behaves when he starts to feel irritable. The more irritable he is, the harder he exerts himself.

The sky outside gradually began to darken, and the sound of traffic became particularly loud.

The man with a beautiful and pure white profile did not seem to notice that it was getting dark outside, nor did he realize that it was almost completely dark inside the room.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only the light of the computer was on. He kept staring at the screen, his fingers picking at the corners of his clothes, which were already full of wrinkles.

The plot that just appeared automatically, he seemed to be in no mood to find out how it appeared.

His dark eyes were fixed on the last sentence, and on the hand that the prince extended to the witch, as if he was trying to poke holes in that sentence.

Both of his hands were pinching the corners of his clothes so hard that his joints turned white and lost all color.

The hour hand on the wall was turning bit by bit, but as if he was completely unaware, he suddenly raised his hand and placed his fingers on the keyboard.

With cold eyes, he typed furiously and continued writing along the plot just now.

The prince wanted to reach out his hand, but was held by the king who came in a hurry.

The old king slapped the prince hard and told him to step back.

"Dad—" The prince was caught off guard and was slapped. He looked at the old king in disbelief.

This was the first time he hit him, and he did it in front of everyone.

The prince now felt a burning pain on his face, and he lost all face at that moment.

The old king did not look at him, but bowed to the witch respectfully and apologized.

"Dear Sir, I'm really rude. I didn't know that your arrival is really unwelcome. Please forgive me for my rudeness."

The lady witch smiled, shook her head, and said in a soft voice, "It doesn't matter. I was the one who suddenly caused you trouble. It's my turn to apologize to you."

Her beautiful light green eyes glanced at the glass slippers that were carelessly discarded on the ground, and she remained silent.

He simply nodded to the king and then disappeared.

It came suddenly and left just as quickly.

Nothing was done.

Although the old king didn't know why the witch came, he didn't raise any objections.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.