In the dim light of the room, the man was silent like a statue made of ice.

Xia Ning lowered her eyes and pursed her lips slightly, sighed lightly, and turned to leave.

*

In the dead of night, Xiao Fengting walked out of the study.

In the long corridor, the light and shadow are dim, and everything seems extraordinarily quiet.

When he reached the door of a room, he unconsciously stopped, and his fingers pressed on the doorknob.

He looked up at the bedroom door in front of him.

The vermilion solid wood gate, where he had locked her for a long time before the hilltop villa was built.

I don't know how long I haven't been here, since Tang Tian "died", this house has also been sealed in dust, and everything in it has not been touched again, he doesn't even dare to come here to take a look again.

It's also ridiculous to say, this place has never brought her any happy memories, and now it has become a place of pain for him.

Xiao Fengting slowly put his hand back, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a light sound from inside.

He frowned slightly, reached out and pushed the door in, and a cold wind blew, blowing the curtains hanging from the window.

A slender figure in a white nightdress sat on the bed, with long hair and a shawl, with his back to him, Xiao Fengting's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help shouting: "Tang ......"

The man turned his head and seemed slightly surprised to see him.

The snow-white delicate and small face, the black and bright pupils like a cat, but a little less fragile as if they were about to disappear, and a little more lively.

"Downing." Xiao Fengting had come back to his senses, his demeanor had become calm and calm, his eyes were calm, he pushed open the door and walked in, "What are you doing here?" Didn't I tell you not to come in this room? ”

Although his tone was not emotional, but there was already a little more indifference in his words, Tang Ning suddenly stood up from the edge of the bed, seemed to be a little nervous, and explained to him hesitantly: "I...... I finished eating, wandered around with nothing to do, and saw the door of this house open, so I came to take a look out of curiosity. She was a little confused, as if she didn't quite understand who had lived in this ordinary room, "Feng Ting, has anyone ever lived here?" Why can't you come in? ”

Xiao Fengting opened the door and walked in, closing the window opened by Tang Ning, he looked back at her, his tone was smooth and cool, as if he was about to drip water: "No one has ever lived." Don't touch anything in this room in the future, just get out. ”

Tang Ning had never seen him speak to her in such a tone, and he looked at Xiao Fengting for a long time before he walked out dejectedly, very depressed.

Xiao Fengting walked over and closed the door, standing by the window and looking at the boundless cold night in the distance.

Tang Ning's personality is becoming more and more similar to what she did before she lost her memory.

I don't know how much she remembered, and she never told him more.

The sincere feelings of each other when they were young have long since disappeared with the passage of time, and each other has taken a step back, and no one has mentioned the past again.

He slowly closed his eyes and gently took a breath of the air in the room.

The room was just the cold air of the cold night, and the breath she left in this room had long since disappeared completely.

All he could grasp was that memory that was not very good for each other.

He didn't know that what Xia Ning said might be true.