The girl shook her head and said softly, "The little girl has been dead since she was two years old...... My uncle adopted me and treated me as his own, but my aunt ...... Still...... Seven years ago, my uncle passed away, and since then, the little girl has never felt the warmth of others, so today, Childe cares so much about the little girl, and the little woman is a little excited. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info made the son smile......"

An orphan girl who lost her father and mother?

Feng Xiaohan frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a thousand tenderness flowing in his eyes. His voice was like a heavenly sound, shining on the heart of the woman in front of him: "In the wind and cold, dare to ask the girl...... What do you call it?"

"The little woman's surname is Mo, and her name is Fu Yi. The woman lowered her head, not daring to look at Feng Xiaohan, with a slight shyness on her face.

Ink...... Memories ......

It's a beautiful name, full of poetry.

"I like this name very much, did your mother choose it for you?" Feng Xiaohan slowly lifted Mo Fuyi's chin with a gilded fan, forcing her to look at him.

The woman in front of her is pure and moving enough, but she is not confident enough.

Mo Fuyi's eyes were slightly dim, but he still nodded and let out a soft "um".

The breeze blew through Mo Fuyi's long hair.

Feng Xiaohan stretched out his hand and gently sorted it out for her.

He said softly, "Girl, you are the one I have seen in the sea of people, an existence that is different from other people. ”

Feng Xiaohan's words are not teasing, but real words.

Mo Fuyi is indeed a different girl he has seen, different from other people's bewitching scheming, her eyes are full of simplicity, and it seems that anyone can be trusted by her. She is not even the slightest bit defensive against others.

"Childe praises ......" Mo Fuyi was obviously a little uncomfortable with such movements, a little restrained, so that he didn't know how to place his hands.

"Don't be nervous...... Feng Xiaohan let out a hot breath in her ear, and his big hands held Mo Fuyi's two overwhelmed little hands.

His heart, the moment he held her hand, was fiercely cold.

It was a pair of hands unlike any girl he'd ever seen. It is different from the whiteness and softness of others, but on the contrary, it is a heavy sense of roughness.

The woman's hand was unusually cold, and at a glance of the wind flute leaving no traces, I saw the faint scars on the woman's hands and arms.

His heart is a little pantothenic.

He also immediately understood why when he whispered softly to this woman, the woman in front of him was so grateful, excited, and even shed tears......

That's because she hasn't felt the warmth of others at all.

And he, he was cold and cold, but he gave the woman in front of him the warmth she wanted without paying attention.

Feng Xiaohan felt a little self-blame, some shame, and some remorse.

Just now, when he saw Mo Fuyi for the first time in the vast sea of people, his purpose was already very clear.

He wanted to use Mo Fuyi to make the people who were watching him take it lightly, so that he could successfully escape.

But Mo Fu remembered that he warmed her.

Looking at the somewhat changed look on Feng Xiaohan's face, Mo Fuyi called softly: "Childe......?"

There was a hint of questioning in his voice.

Feng Xiaohan immediately came back to his senses and smiled, representing his apology.

It is not difficult for Feng Xiaohan to feel that the eyes of the surrounding surveillances have been lightened by more than a half. According to the usual practice, he could now throw away the ink brush in front of him, and then rush to the North Sea on his own.

But now, he doesn't want to do that.