The snowflakes fell one by one, slowly turning into goose feather snow, and by the time they reacted, they were covered in snow, and even the branches of the trees had accumulated a thick layer of snow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The night passed, and by the next morning, Mi Qing was awakened by the cold. She was stunned at first when she saw the bearskin blanket she was wearing, and she remembered that she had slept while sewing clothes yesterday, and that she had an extra blanket on her. He looked at the blanket and then at the neatly folded animal skin clothes at the head of the bed.

Mi Qing's brain exploded instantly, it was Charles, Charles had come back, only he would be so careful, and he had taught him how to fold clothes, so he couldn't be wrong.

Mi Qing hurriedly put on her clothes and walked outside, and when she opened the straw curtain door, it was already snow-white outside. Mi Qing walked out of the stone house, looked around and shouted, "Charr, Charr." ”

In response to her, there was an endless cold wind, and the snow was still falling, accompanied by the wind cutting Mi Qing's face like a sharp blade. She was still looking, hoping to see Charles.

Where could he go under such heavy snow? Where the hell had he been these days, and she seemed to have overlooked something these days. A flash of lightning flashed in Mi Qing's mind, could it be that Charles had never left, he had always been by his side.

"Charles, Charles. Mi Qing called, and suddenly heard a fluttering sound, as if something had fallen to the ground, Mi Qing followed the sound, and saw a big tree facing the stone house, and there was snow falling down.

Mi Qing was about to turn her head, but she saw a touch of fiery red in the pair of snow that landed. Miqing's eyes widened in horror and she ran under the tree as if she were running. The snow on the ground was already very thick, and Mi Qing sank half of her calf when she stepped down.

In just a few dozen steps, Mi Qing seems to have walked for so long in a lifetime. When she walked under the tree, Mi Qing was sure that she was not mistaken, it was Charles, it was really Charles.

At this time, Charles was nested in the snow, his whole body was frozen and stiff, and only white smoke was emitting from his sharp mouth, proving that he was still alive.

Seeing Charr like this, Mi Qing's tears couldn't help but welled up anymore. She couldn't care about being angry with him anymore, she didn't care about any weakness or cowardice, as long as Charles could be by her side and live a healthy life, she could not care about anything.

Only then did she realize that what she needed was not a powerful king, but a charr who could always be by her side, not much to talk but very attentive. He will take every word you say to heart, will be happy because you are happy, and everything about you is all he has.

"Charles, Charles. Mi Qing reached out and touched the fox's fiery fur, it was so cold that even the hairs were frozen and stood up. It's like a flower blooming in the snow.

The bewitching fiery red is like releasing his last vitality. Mi Qing could clearly feel the loss of Charles's life force, she couldn't, she didn't allow it. Holding Charles in his arms, he walked with difficulty in the direction of the stone house.

Back in the house, Michin places Charles on a straw mat and covers him with a thick bearskin blanket. Then she hurriedly piled up the firewood, and held the flint and steel in her trembling hands.

At once, two smoothed stones collided, Mars, little by two.

The firewood was still not lit, and Eli's call came from outside the house: "Miqing, Miqing, are you up?"

"Eli. Mi Qing's crying voice made Eli, who was outside, panic and hurriedly opened the straw curtain door and walked in.

Mi Qing's hand was still struggling to catch fire, but it fell to the ground because she couldn't hold it steadily.