What moves people the most is not the scars and suffering, but the happiness, the missing, or the unattainable.

Someone once said that.

The cornflower in my hand had melted in half, and the full outline gradually eroded as the snow dripped between my fingers, and I pressed my palm tightly to crush the last petals in my palm.

The snow and ice kept absorbing my temperature, but the footprints suddenly appeared on the flat snow in front of me, as if he could feel it without raising his eyes, because he could always find me.

The coldness of my palm melted away at this moment, turning into droplets of water that slipped away from my closed hands.

Just like the happiness that was missed and unattainable.

Then, my hands that were frozen to numbness were softly grasped and wrapped tightly by him, and I could not help shivering with the boundless warmth, and I looked up at his gentle eyes like feathers, and the clean snow fell on the tips of his hair and shoulders, as if the shallow light of the morning had suddenly turned and flowed to this perfect and heart-warming person.

"Your hands are cold." He whispered, "Isn't it possible to melt all the cold on your hands and I can get what I want?" ”

The sound almost brought me to tears.

"What do you want?" My voice was hoarse.

What answered me was his leaning forward body and the softness that imprinted on my lips in the next moment.

I slowly closed my eyes.

The falling snowflakes are like a silent melody singing in a low voice, deep in the mind, slightly cool and illusory. My heartbeat, every artery, and the speed of my blood seemed to follow his command.

The warmth of his palms poured through my body along the lines of my hands. The gentle kiss on the lips was like a small poem I had heard at that time, chanting in a low voice.

It's like saving the summer of your life.

He gave it all to me,

When the first snowflakes fall,

Let the winter mornings stop.

*

Soon after, I returned to the castle with Si Tianzhe, and when we stepped into the hall, Zosi had already brought someone to him, and he was standing in the center of the hall. On one side were Si Tianzhe's subordinates, and the atmosphere on both sides was quite unusual.

I figured out that it was Zosi who came but didn't see me. Wanting to search in the ancient castle, Si Tianzhe's subordinates who were guarding the ancient castle firmly disagreed for some reason that they did not dare to disturb or were inconvenient to disturb, and the two sides had some conflicts.

When Zosi saw me, he immediately stepped forward. The frost-covered complexion overflowed with a hint of relief. There was an unconscious urgency in his voice, "Ruori, go back with me." ”

I nodded, "Wait until I go up and get some information." ”

For a moment, when I came down from the upper floor, the situation below was not optimistic, and the two men stood opposite each other, silent. The aura between each other is tense.

Luckily, I didn't do anything, so I walked over. Zosi put away his sword and sword posture and left with me.

However, as soon as he took a step, he caught a glimpse of the figure next to him out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly it looked like he was about to fall.

"Huh—" I immediately reached out to help him, and Zoshi grabbed my arm.

I don't know if it was a sudden headache or dizziness, but I saw his slightly closed eyebrows tightly twisted, his breath tightened, as if he was enduring pain.

"Young Master, are you alright?" The subordinates beside him hurriedly said.

Standing there for a moment, he slowly straightened up, and seemed to get better, but the strength of his grip on my arm suddenly increased.

I was about to pull out, when I saw Zuo Xi looking meaningfully in the direction of Si Tianzhe, and a victorious smile slowly rose at the corner of his lips.

In front of me was the arm that I had just subconsciously stretched out, and was held by him, and I understood in an instant, and he was very satisfied with my instantaneous reaction, which was enough for him to demonstrate to Si Tianzhe, showing that I cared about him.

It turned out that with such a purpose, I couldn't even distinguish between the real and the fake with his painful appearance.

Sure enough, Si Tianzhe's sharp gaze sank.

To achieve the desired effect, Zoxi's slightly cold hand took me, and his voice was filled with a hint of superiority, "It's okay, let's go." ”

*

Even if he returned to New York, he naturally wanted to live in the ancient mansion of the Fok family, and there was no movement on either side of Shang Jingyi and Ye Ningchen.

Actually, I don't think Zosi can be completely ruthless with Phyllis, even though he has been proving how much he loves me, but his relationship with Phyllis since childhood is indelible, and the potential of the Hill family is so strong that Phyllis is very useful to him.

Back in his room, after freshening up, Zosi knocked on the door and brought breakfast.

"I know you don't want to go downstairs to eat." He said, his face pale with a slight tiredness.

I had no objection and sat down at the table with him.

Ten minutes passed, and most of the food in front of me was solved, but Zosi on the other side of the long table did not move.

After I put down my knife and fork, he spoke, "I think I still have to give you a gun to defend yourself." ”

I was silent, and I didn't think it mattered.

"But," he said, "I wonder how long you'll go without a bullet." ”

I looked up, slightly stunned.

"Lucky, huh?" His indifferent eyes revealed coldness, "Because a gun that you don't want to load has saved your life, so next time, when someone wants to hurt you, you slowly take out the gun and tell him that there are no bullets in it, and then the other party will say, it's okay, miss, you raise the gun, and I will cooperate and fall until you escape—is that right?" ”

Sure enough, Ye Ningchen had already reported to him.

"Do you think this luck will repeat itself again and again, or do you have no intention of saving your life at all?"

His face was so cold and blue with a hint of anger that I kept my eyes down and was silent the whole time.

"Ruori, you're really afraid of guns." His tone changed suddenly, more sure than questioning, but replaced with inexplicable calm.

I was stunned.

"Tell me, it's not like that," he said, his eyes revealing unconscious anticipation, "you're not afraid, you're not afraid of killing, and when you're in danger, you can pick up a gun and protect yourself." ”

I frowned, I couldn't do it.

"Say, you can." He accentuated the tone and prompted me to speak.

No, I can't.

I finally shook my head, feeling pain in my heart.

He let out a wry smile, and there was a sense of relief on his face, "Is that really the case...... You know," he paused for a moment and said, "At that night's drinking party, Si Tianzhe came to me halfway and talked about this matter. ”

I was amazed.

"He questioned me, why did you teach you how to use a gun." As if he were telling an unrelated matter, he said, "I was upset by such questioning, and I wondered what right he had to interfere." Then he told me that you are afraid of shooting and hate to see blood. (To be continued.) )