"Silly girl, what are you looking at this time?" The voice behind him was familiar as if it were floating from a dream. Just like eleven years ago, he suddenly appeared behind her and asked her softly, "Are you looking at the begonia flowers?" Just like a year ago, he quietly walked behind her and asked her with a smile: "Why do you still like to stand under the tree and watch?" ”

Turning back, he was really under the moon.

blinked incredibly sour eyes, and the tears in Qin Nanxi's eyes seemed to be frozen in shock. Outside the flickering water, I really saw that the figure ten steps away was him, that is, it was neither a dream nor an illusion......

The cold fingers subconsciously covered her lips tightly, thoughtfully preventing her crying voice from rushing out of her mouth. Tears, but like spring springs, gushing out. The grievances, worries, thoughts, and even gentle grievances of the past year all turned into warm tears in an instant, flowing down the fingers. Drop after drop, it fell on her gray Zen robe, and also fell into his bright eyes.

The smile on the corner of Situ Yi's lips swept away her tears, and there were also bitter ripples. Self-blame and guilt were surging in his heart, and she had lost so much weight that it made him feel distressed.

Pursed his lips, but still couldn't say a word, Situ Yi'an looked at her quietly, and slowly stretched out his hand to her. Slightly bent his slender but calloused fingers, he pointed the palm engraved with hideous old wounds towards the deep and bottomless night sky, and handed it to her from afar, as if he entrusted it to her, not only a love that longed to be close, but also his beating heart.

Even after the cold night, Qin Nanxi still really felt the heat in his palm. The body, along with the heart, involuntarily approached him. It's really getting closer, and he's right in front of him. This time, the mind and body are close at hand......

A sound of close footsteps smashed through Qin Nanxi's half-asleep and half-awake through the thin and low courtyard wall. Her steps forward were like a thunderbolt, and her gaze crossed Situ Yi's shoulder and turned to the wall behind him. Suddenly he realized that an unprecedented danger was rushing at him from behind him.

The thin figure rolled in front of him like the wind, his cold fingertips tightly grasped his hand stretched out to her, and said in a trembling voice: "Do you know that the outside of the courtyard is full of Situ Kun's people?" Go, go! You must not have another accident! Before she could finish speaking, her whole body was frozen to the extreme, like a poor frightened young bird, with a pair of dark eyes dilated by terror, staring at the distant wall for a moment. But he didn't pay attention to it, and nearby, there was a surge of love and distress in those amber eyes.

"Brother Yi, you go quickly. I'm going to lure them away. Get out of here! Her stiff hands shook his hand desperately, urging in a low voice. Before the words were finished, the man had already turned around, and his hurried and frightened feet insisted on going to the gate of the courtyard.

hand, but behind himself, he was dragged hard, and his body was like a light branch flower, which was grabbed back by him.

The cold forehead was pressed against the warm crook of his neck. A wave of dizziness swung from the center of the brow to the body. Her lips were suddenly wrapped in a soft warmth, and her tightly closed teeth were pried open by the tip of her tongue that was extremely soft but not resistible.

Is this true? Or is it illusory? Her soft heart is completely indistinguishable. It is clearly a cold and merciless winter, but people are like floating in soft clouds, and the warmth is unreal. However, on the wing of his nose, what lingers is his breath, which is as cold and quiet as the pines and cypresses under the snow, and penetrates into people's hearts. On his almost frozen waist, there were hands in a dead cage. That force, as if he was afraid that she would melt and escape, and as if he wanted to do his best to rub her into his heart......

Slowly letting go of her almost numb lips, looking at her tearful eyes sadly, Situ Yi was extremely distressed: "Silly girl, resist the decree in public, do you really think you are a nine-life cat?" If you...... What should I do? ”

"Brother Yi~" She tried her best, and the thousand words in her heart poured to the tip of her tongue, but she choked into tears and buried her little face in his heart