When I reached out to close the window, a little fluttering white floc fell on my fingertips, which was cool and a little refreshing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qianling was stunned, stood in front of the window and raised her head.

The night is deep, like a river flowing silently on a winter night.

Snowflakes fall silently from the depths of the sky, like a light silver butterfly descending from the clouds and kissing the silent forest.

It's snowing......

She looked at the sky, her amber eyes reflecting the light snow falling from the sky.

The chestnut hair scattered over his shoulders was gently blown up by the cold wind, and a few naughty little snowflakes were stained.

This year's ...... The first snow.

Slowly close the wooden window.

Cold isolated.

A few small snowflakes that slipped into the house swirled and fluttered down on the head of the bed, like a white butterfly stationed, and did not move.

Long silky hair is scattered like black satin among the white pillows.

The boy slept quietly on the wooden bed by the window, covered with a soft white bedding.

The thin and slender eyelashes drooped low, and the white cheeks showed weakness, reflecting the hazy light between the wooden windows, like frost and snow.

Qianling sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to gently tuck the futon.

He slept there quietly, breathing shallowly.

The delicate silhouette is as delicate as brush and ink, but it is weak and transparent like a fragile snowflake, which will dissipate and melt at any time.

She looked at his pale and weak cheeks, slowly leaned down at the head of the bed, and gently reached out to comb the black hair on his forehead, and poked it up.

A slightly scorching temperature came from the fingertips.

She frowned slightly as she looked at the sickly pink that shone in his pale cheeks.

Really have a fever......

I felt that Xiaoyue's forehead was very hot before, but she was busy carrying him to the bed, and then hurriedly bandaged the knife wound on his chest, almost forgetting it.

Qianling stood up from the head of the bed, took the towel and washed it in a basin of clean water, wrung it out, folded it into a square and gently covered his forehead.

The black hair was soft and hung down between the white pillows, Lan Yue slept there quietly, her eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly, as if disturbed by the coolness of her forehead, and quickly returned to calm.

The cool softness of the forehead dissipated the slight burning.

Cool fingers touched his cheeks and gently detangled his black hair.

The familiar faint mint fragrance permeates the nose...... It's close, it's close.

He lay there, frowning slightly, and his breathing suddenly became rapid:

"Ling ......" was hoarse, revealing a hint of hope.

I still remember the first awakening from the long night......

It's also such a cool temperature, such a gentle fingertip, and such a reassuring breath......

He followed the bright guidance and opened his eyes—

In the hazy morning light of early spring, the girl looked at him, smiling softly, with short soft chestnut hair and snow-white small wings......

"Ling ......" was hoarse and whispered.

Is that you......

You're back...... Don't go ......?

The eyelashes trembled, faintly moist.

"Ling...... Hurt. ”

He lay there, his black hair scattered, a cold towel on his forehead, a pale pink on his pale and weak cheeks, a frown on his brow, and a low moan faintly overflowing from his mouth.

The body hurts...... My heart hurts too......

It's been hurting for a long, long, long time.

The pain in the body is used to and forgotten, but the pain in the heart is increasing day by day, and it is overwhelmed.

I am not afraid of pain, I am not afraid of death...... but I am afraid of you.

I'm afraid you'll hate me, I'll hate me, I'll run away from me......

I'm afraid that you will expel me in your heart and wipe me out without leaving a trace, and I'm afraid that you will never come back if you leave.

Qianling ......

Anyone in this world can hurt me and kill me, but you......

No.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

The sky was full of pure white flying flotsam, and the hazy light penetrated through the cracks in the wooden windows.

"Satsuki ......?"

Qianling looked at him and moaned low in pain, his eyes were red, and he stroked his pale face in a panic: "Xiao Yue, Xiao Yue!"

His eyelashes trembled, and he frowned and gasped low, as if haunted by a nightmare, muttering something in his mouth, and occasionally overflowing a slight moan.

His heart suddenly trembled violently, and blood flowed out.

Qianling's nose was sore, she reached out to hug him tremblingly, her cheek was against his slightly cool cheek, and her hoarse voice was full of pain and crying:

"Satsuki...... It doesn't hurt...... It doesn't hurt anymore......"

The warm hand caressed his pale cheek lovingly, and the gently touching cheek rubbed against him comfortingly, faintly wet with the warm liquid.

Salty and bitter.

She hugged him and rubbed her cheek lightly, like muttering to a sick child:

"Sleep well, it won't hurt tomorrow......"

The soft voice was hoarse, very close, close to the ear.

The eyelashes flutter like fluttering butterfly wings...... Slowly drooping.

He slowly relaxed in her arms, his cheek leaning against her, like a clingy kitten.

Snowflakes are flying in the forest.

The treehouse is bathed in snow, and the branches are covered with a thin layer of snow.

Xiao Jiu ran around on the branches, tilting his head to sniff the small fluttering snowflakes on the tip of his nose, and the membranous wings spread out into the air, shuttling and circling in the snow.

The room was dim, except for the faint white snow in the window, which shone through the cracks, illuminating the white bedding.

The eyelashes are stained with teardrops and gently lifted.

Qianling looked at the young man who was sleeping quietly in her arms, her hand gently caressing his pale and weak cheeks, and another warm tear flowed down her cheeks.

The black hair was scattered between the pillows, and he slept quietly in the futon, breathing much more evenly, his frowning brows were slightly relaxed, but his face was still weak and pale.

She sniffled, slowly reached out to hold the futon around his neck, and brushed the few strands of loose black hair around his cheeks.

Although the wound was simply bandaged and the bleeding was stopped, after all, it was such a serious knife wound, and the injured location was still in the chest......

Qianling bit her lip and slowly lowered her eyelids.

Still is...... You'll have to find a doctor at the bottom of the valley to take a look.

"Satsuki ......" is very soft.

She looked at his sleeping face, reached out and gently smoothed his slightly frowning brow, and a smile appeared on his face with tears on it:

"I went back to the bottom of the valley to find a doctor and came back soon...... You go to sleep and don't kick the quilt again, you know?"

He slept quietly, his eyelashes drooping, and his black hair fell down to his fair cheeks, clearer than frost and snow.

"Good night. She hugged him and rubbed her cheek gently, her soft voice close to his ear.

Wiping her tears, Qianling stood up and took the small package beside the bed, walked towards the door of the wooden house, and gently opened the wooden door.

The snow is long, and the sky is full of frost.

Silvery world.

The boy stood on the forest canopy in the distance, his robe lifted and his gray fox fur draped over his shoulders.

He raised his eyes and looked at her, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The dark purple hair swayed with the frost wind, and a pair of dark red eyes were like flowers blooming in the ice and snow world.

Several demon clansmen dressed as healers stood behind him, carrying several heavy medical kits.

Qianling stood at the door of the treehouse, staring at him blankly, and suddenly felt a cold air invade his heart along his hands and feet.

His lips trembled, and his hoarse voice squeezed out, rejoicing and despairing:

"Lanfeng ......" (to be continued.) )