Xie Xuan felt a little dizzy.

Although Mrs. Xie, Yue's family, and Luo's family at the family banquet were all disgusting, it was really a thing worth celebrating that Xie Tang could be taken care of by the old lady himself. After watching the fireworks, she and Xie Jun were very happy, so they drank a few more glasses of fruit wine, and then felt a little dizzy, and when Mrs. Xie let go, the sisters went back to Tangli Courtyard first.

Because Xie Zhen and Luo were still at the family banquet, the Tangli courtyard was a little deserted, and there were lanterns on the side of the path, and the soft light came out through the colored paper, which was gorgeous and soft.

The snowflakes fell, covering the world in a vast white, Xie Xuan wrapped a silver and red cloak sprinkled with gold on his body, and out of the fox fur cloak, only revealing a delicate face. Under the soft light of the lantern, there was a layer of haze in her black and white eyes, as if a thin cloud covered the starlight, and she leaned on Xie Jun's body with a smile, delicate and smart.

Han Jue hid behind the flower tree in the shadows, silently watching her approach.

On the snowy road, her steps were light, like colorful butterflies skimming. Fangzhou and the other four maids carried lanterns in front of them to open the way, and she just climbed on Xie Jun's body recklessly, as if she didn't even bother to walk, and her mouth was still babbling, "...... When the flowers bloom in the spring, let's take them out to play, so that we don't care about their rules, and we are bored in the house......"

Xie Jun's face was full of smiles, and he coaxed her, "Okay, when the time comes, I'll go and ask the old lady to take you out to play every day." ”

"Sister is the best," Xie Xuan gradually approached, and her voice became clear, "Only my sister treats me well in this world." ”

"You're my sister, so I should treat you well." Xie Jun couldn't help laughing, watching her rubbing in her arms like a drunken cat, Xie Xuan didn't even bother to lift her footsteps when she entered the door, so she had to ask Fang Zhou and the others to turn around and put her in.

Han Jue held his sleeve tightly, and resisted the urge to step forward and pick her up-

What a familiar scene! At that time, the two of them had a strong love, Xie Xuan always liked to be coquettish to him, and he could shout squeamishly that he was tired without taking two steps, and he never wanted to come down again. Especially after getting drunk, she changed her previous shyness and reserve, took the initiative to rub into his arms, gently bit his chin, lips, and earlobes, put her hand into his shirt, and hid it in his arms.

She was born with a delicate posture, light and petite, he would gently pick her up horizontally, and carry her all the way back to the couch in the house.

It was his Xuan Xuan, his wife, who had given him all her dependence and trust.

And he ......

Once you think about it, you can lift the scars lightly. Han Jue subconsciously stroked her wrist, where there was clearly a row of her teeth, telling him how resentful and aggrieved Xie Xuan was at that time.

The voice in the courtyard gradually lowered, and when Han Jue heard Xie Jun talking to the maid, he should have settled Xie Xuan in the bedroom of the West Cross Courtyard.

Han Jue jumped and quietly entered the West Courtyard, and saw that the candlelight was lit in the room, and between the shaking of the figures, he couldn't hear any sound. After a while, the lights and candles in the house went out, and a maid came out and gently closed the door, so that the whole west cross courtyard fell into darkness.

The snow was still falling silently, and Han Jue was standing in a dark corner, covered in snow.

He didn't seem to feel the cold, and stood there motionless, like a sculpture.

Where his gaze fell, the window of Xie Xuan's bedroom was closed. Through the thin layer of curtain, it seemed that she could feel her intermittent and shallow breathing, and she must have liked to shrink into a ball and hide in the brocade quilt as before, like a posture of self-protection.

In a drunken dream, would she dream of him?