Snow fills the depths of winter. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ice crystals condensed in the treetops, like the skirt of a snow maiden, lost in the corner of the forest.

The climate seems to have reached the deepest and coldest time of winter, and the heat leaking from the fingers is as vigorous as the smoke of a summer village, and the swirling snowflakes wander into the unknown distance.

Qianling piled up a full snowman around the treehouse, and Long Fang appeared from time to time, crouching outside the barrier and staring at her, so she put down what she was doing, and the two of them frolicked and ran to the stream to have a snowball fight.

Another time has passed, and winter is coming to an end.

It is still a quiet and happy life, washed by snowflakes and pure and unpretentious.

It's just compared to before......

The injury of a certain patient has improved a lot, not only has the time to rest and sleep on weekdays has been reduced, but he can also get out of bed and walk around.

Qianling breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart, but she didn't feel the peace of mind she imagined.

As the injury gradually healed, Lan Yue's waking time during the day took up the majority.

Quietly leaning on the head of the bed all day, looking out the window at the snow drifting.

Whenever Qianling was excited to carry a keg and wanted to go out to build a snowman for a snowball fight, he would silently turn his face, look at her quietly, and not speak......

That innocent gaze could always stumble her feet like a rope, and she couldn't take a single step.

After being released a few times, Longya angrily piled up a few winged snowmen, shouting "heavy color and light friends" while kicking his head.

It has been a long time since she packed her luggage and ran to the forest, because Lan Feng said that she had sent someone to explain to Li Jing Lixi at the bottom of the valley for her, so Qianling also stayed in the forest with peace of mind, even if she occasionally returned to the bottom of the valley, she didn't go back much to avoid being trapped.

She originally planned that the New Year was approaching, and now that Xiaoyue's injury has healed a lot, she can get out of bed, and there is no big problem with drinking water or anything by herself, when can she go back to the bottom of the valley, go to the street with Li Jing and Li Xi to buy some New Year's goods, and also visit Xiaoguo Xiaoruo, who has not seen for a long time......

But in fact, as Lan Yue's injuries gradually healed......

But she couldn't leave.

As long as she has a slight tendency to move towards the door of the treehouse, or finds some excuse to get out, even if she tries to explain it to him......

The guy on the bed would only look at her quietly, neither agreeing nor refusing, neither angry nor angry, but those clear and innocent eyes, like a puppy waiting for dinner, made people unbearable to leave him and leave.

As the days of staying in the tree house grew, Qianling felt more and more like she was tied there.

And he comforted himself in his heart that she had come to atone for her sins.

At least this winter, the sickness in the treehouse is the whole focus of her life.

But her inconvenience was not the only concern he had brought about as he recovered.

Sometimes she wanders around the barrier and digs some wild vegetables, and she always feels a quiet gaze looking at it from above, and if she suddenly looks back-

You can find a figure in the tree house on top of the ancient wooden lift not far away, and there is no time to dodge.

Once, when she ran back with a bucket and a shovel in a rage, she only saw a young man sleeping in the futon by the window, sleeping quietly and well-behaved.

She was so angry that she lifted the quilt and lifted him up, looking at the evidence of the incriminating guilt still stained on the boy's hair and pajamas, the snowflakes, and blew her beard and glared angrily.

Compared with the beginning, she hugged the delicate and lovely and taciturn "little adult" of Ellen Is, and then the cold and handsome leader of the clan, Lord Luna, and then the quiet and pale patient who was distressed when she was injured......

When he first recovered from his injury, he was more like an idle and curious child.

When she wasn't there, she would sneak out of bed on her own, run outside the treehouse in her thin pajamas, and quietly look into the distance in the snow, or sneak a peek at what she was doing.

――I guess I haven't been out for a long time, and I'm stuffy.

Qianling looked at the eyes that looked at her silently when he was being trained, clear and innocent eyes, thin pajamas on his body, and long black hair stained with small snowflakes......

Like a poor puppy who was scolded for doing something wrong.

He let go of the hand holding his shirt in despair, and comforted himself in his heart with these words.

But even if it's stuffy, won't you wear a thicker one to go out? I've been sick for so long, and I still don't know how to take care of my body at all!

She didn't care what he was doing in the Demon Clan before, but now his injured and weak body finally let her take care of it, this kind of willful and childish behavior is not only irresponsible to herself, but also ruining the fruits of her labor!

Qianling was pressing him back into the quilt and wrapping him, while muttering with red eyebrows and green eyes, but the guy in the futon looked at her quietly and innocently, and said "not cold" very seriously.

The corners of her forehead were wrinkled, and she finally couldn't bear to show her fist at him-

The door to the treehouse suddenly opened.

Lan Feng walked in, carried in a few flakes of snow, and sprinkled them on the ground.

Qianling was so frightened that she quickly withdrew her fist and sat on the edge of the bed honestly, smiling and "gentle and virtuous" to sort out the quilt of the guy on the bed, and he looked at her thoughtfully, as if smiling.

For Lan Feng's sudden visit, Qianling was a little surprised.

He came in a hurry, and he left in a hurry, with a few words, but the meaning was clear and clear.

To the effect that Xiao Yue, as the leader of the clan, did not show up for a long time during the critical period of the confrontation between the Demon Clan and Ellens, although Lan Feng's arrangement created the illusion that he had been busy with Galandelle's strongholds during this period, the high-level elders of the Demon Clan, led by Qian Shu and kept in the dark, including Yu Lao, were more or less suspicious.

Seeing that he is about to be unable to hide it, I hope he can adjust his state as soon as possible and return to calm people's hearts.

After Lan Feng left, the treehouse fell silent.

Neither of them spoke again.

Qianling stood by the wardrobe for a while, her eyes were a little glazed, and she suddenly felt like waking up from a dream.

After staying in the tree house for a long time, she seems to be used to the days of leisure and tranquility.

Forget who the person she is caring for is.

Forget why she is here, forget that there is an end to such a life.

"Ling. ”

In the middle of the night, a soft voice came from the bed.

Break the silence.

Qianling's eyelashes trembled, and she looked at him slowly, her eyes a little empty.

She slowly walked to the side of the bed and looked at the person in the pillow:

“…… Going back?"

I'm going to ...... again Hit Kill Kill?

Although the wound has already scarred and it is possible to walk, it is a deep knife wound after all, and it has not yet healed.

How can you drag such a body and pretend to be fine?

Others don't know, but I know that you've just recovered a little, and you still need to recuperate......

He slept between the pillows, staring at her quietly.

The fair-skinned slender hand slowly stretched out from under the futon, grabbed her, and pulled her over.

Qianling was silent, and was pulled to the pillow by him, so she had to squat down, drooping her head like a puppy.