Qianling was stunned for a moment, looking at him with a grievance that had been snatched away from him, and laughed angrily:

"It's ...... I knit it!"

She knitted it with a needle and a thread, how did it become his......

He lowered his eyelids and didn't look at her, but his hand slowly clenched: "You gave it to me." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"You don't want it yourself! I didn't even look at it at the time, I just left, I couldn't stop you! I ...... behind you."

When she saw this scarf, her stomach was on fire, and her face seemed to be burning and hurting.

Qianling turned her face away from him, trying to suppress the anger in her heart to avoid getting angry at a sick person.

She was just full of food, so she sent him a scarf with a fever in the cold weather, and finally ended up in that miserable state, the scarf was not sent, and she was slapped in public so that her eyes were full of stars.

Qianling wrinkled her face, grabbed her scarf and raised her feet in a very bad mood and wanted to leave, but found that she was still being clutched tightly, and she didn't relax at all.

Half a day.

“…… I'm sorry. A low voice came from behind him.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at her back, his eyelashes drooping, and his fingers clenched the scarf a little tighter:

"I'm sorry. ”

Two "I'm sorry" in quick succession came from the mouth of the injured teenager on the bed.

It's hoarse.

His hands were still clutching the scarf, and his white and slender wrists stretched out from under the futon, exposed to the air, revealing a little thin.

Qianling stood in front of the bed, holding the scarf in his hand and slowly lowered his head.

My heart suddenly softened.

“…… Forget it, no need to apologize, it wasn't you who hit me. She drooped her head listlessly, didn't look at him, but her tone softened considerably.

She has encountered a lot of this kind of thing, and she can only consider herself unlucky.

Lan Yue lay on the pillow, looking at her quietly, seeing that she seemed to be deflated, she slowly lowered her eyelashes again, and looked at the scarf in her hand persistently, her clear eyes were a little bright.

"I don't know where you picked up the scarf......"

Qianling slowly turned around, looked at his exposed wrists, sighed, let go of the scarf, and gently put his hand holding the scarf back into the futon, clutching:

"But it's too tattered to wear...... Throw it away. ”

He froze, looked at her face, and muttered again:

“…… Throw it away?"

It was the first thing she had given him.

It could also be the last time.

You're going to make me ...... Throw it away?

The white fingers under the futon slowly clenched the scarf in the palm of his hand, and quietly moved towards the bed, away from her.

"Give it to me, Satsuki. Qianling sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her hand in front of him, "The scarf is so bad, maybe it has been bitten by a wild beast, don't put it on the bed casually." There are trash cans in the kitchen, I'll throw them away for you. ”

“……”

He looked at her outstretched hand, looked at her again, paused for a moment, and slowly lowered his eyelashes...... I closed my eyes and didn't move.

"I know you're not sleepy! Don't pretend to be asleep!"

A pair of hands reached over and kneaded his face like dough: "Take it out!"

"Hurt ......"

He frowned slightly, his clear rose-red eyes opened, and he looked at her watery, and a few red marks appeared on his white cheeks......

Qianling was stunned, withdrew her hand, looked at the traces on his weak and pale face that was red by her, and felt a little guilty when she looked at those clear and innocent eyes.

I had to sit on the edge of the bed and stare at him, and glare, and then at him.

“……”

In the middle of the night, he succumbed to the pressure of her burning gaze, and hung his eyelashes without much energy, and poor Baba slowly handed out a small piece of scarf from under the futon.

Qianling had to reach out and grab the scarf and drag it out!

But he was tirelessly grabbed by his fingers, and he didn't pull it out after a few pulls.

"Don't throw ......"

Lan Yue looked at the person in front of her and began to roll up her sleeves, she was stunned, and a trace of panic flashed in her clear eyes:

"I like it. ”

Qianling was standing at the head of the bed and rolling up her sleeves to fight this patient to the end, when she heard his low voice, she was stunned and raised her head in a daze.

"Do you like ......?" she raised an eyebrow as she stared at the rag-like scarf in his hand, "This?"

He lay there with his head bowed, his hands on his chest to make sure she would "let go" of the scarf for his injuries, and his voice was soft:

"Hmm. ”

Qianling looked at him holding the scarf she knitted like a cat guarding food, and she felt emotional and confused.

The scarf that I have worked so hard to weave is of course happy to be liked.

But the problem was that the scarf was too tattered to wear, and she really couldn't figure out what he liked about it with her toes......

"Why?" After a long hesitation, she slowly sat back on the edge of the bed, looked at him quietly, and still asked.

The black hair was scattered on the soft pillow, and Lan Yue lay there, holding a scarf in her hand, her low-hanging eyelashes trembling, silent.

Half a day.

"You said before that you would make me a set. ”

The voice is low and low.

He slept in the futon, slowly lowered his eyelashes and opened his face, and his low voice was a little hoarse:

"You forgot...... I haven't forgotten. ”

Once shopping together, she took his hand, and while disgusted that the scarves and embroidered pillows in the store were useless, she said that she would knit a set of warm and comfortable scarves, gloves, and hats for him in winter.

Later, he was hastily separated, estranged and escaped several times, he watched the days move towards the cold winter day by day in his thoughts, remembered the agreement in the summer, and was sad and desperate.

Until that day, on the cliff of the stronghold outside the valley, I saw the warm yellow scarf falling from the paper bag she brought.

The seeds she sowed in the summer blossomed in his heart.

But she still threw away the scarf, and from the high cliff, cold and resolute, stripped away his hope.

He had been looking for it for a long time.

For a long, long time.

Mountains, wilderness, forests, rivers, valleys......

It was in tatters, but it was his only hope.

If one day, she still left, went far, far away......

Then this scarf that she had woven for him with her own hands would be the only thought he had left by his side.

So......

Isn't that okay too?

Do such humble demands have to be deprived ......?

Qianling sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the young man's delicate and fair face, her lips moved, but she didn't make a sound.

Half a day.

"I haven't forgotten. "The voice is very soft.

The quiet window sounded, but it was clear.

His long hair was scattered, and he lay there, his eyelashes twitching slightly, but he still didn't look back.

Qianling sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the hazy silhouette of his face reflected in the light of the flowers and branches, her eyes were shining, and her heart suddenly became very soft and soft......

Slowly reached over and grabbed the scarf in his hand.

He was stunned, grabbed his scarf vigilantly, and looked up at her, his clear eyes full of uneasiness......

Qianling looked at his eyes, stunned, and her heart suddenly trembled.

Clearly...... It's just a scarf.

Why do you make you now a king......

Revealing such a fragile and distressing look?

Half a day.

She slowly withdrew her hand, and her voice was soft:

"Satsuki, this scarf has been torn and can't be worn......"

He slept there without looking at her, slowly lowering his eyelashes, and his fingers clutching the scarf tightened slightly.

A hand gently stroked the black hair on his forehead:

"But if you reinvent it, maybe it can still be used. ”

The lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, he slowly raised his eyes, met her eyes, and the clear almond-shaped pupils in the clear eyes trembled, shining beautiful rose-red, overflowing with a bit of hopeful light.

The hand caressed his forehead like a comfort kitten.

Qianling sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him, the shallow curvature of the corners of her lips melted into the hazy brilliance of the flowers, and her soft voice was so unreal:

"I ...... Redo it for you, okay?" (To be continued.) )