The figure of the flower did not fall slightly, and he looked up at Zhishan's face in disbelief, his eyes were still tightly closed, and his delicate eyebrows were frowning tightly even after fainting.

"Little Brother !?" Hua Weiluo cried out in surprise, expecting a response from him, but there was still silence.

Don't...... That sound just now was her hallucination??

Hua Weiluo shook her head, stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on her face, now is not the time to feel sorry for herself, as long as the little junior brother can wake up and continue to call her Luo'er gently, let her pay anything, she is willing.

Zhishan only felt that his body gradually became warmer, and that feeling was like a long, long time ago, when he had not yet become a demon, in a winter when it was snowing with goose feathers, he shivered and hid in the bushes, and just when he thought he was about to freeze and die, a pair of warm hands gently hugged him into his arms, and passed him warmth little by little.

That kind of memory has gradually blurred in the past thousand years, but at this moment, he clearly remembers the scene in that winter, and the face of the girl who gave him warmth.

Zhishan's pair of dark and deep eyes finally opened slowly, the face of memory and the face of the country and the city in front of him gradually overlapped, his thin lips moved slightly, and he said softly: "Is it you......?" ”

"Little junior brother...... You're finally awake......" Hua Weiluo lay on his body, looking at Zhishan who slowly opened his eyes, the pain of tearing somewhere in his body, coupled with the emotion of calming down in an instant, her tears still couldn't be held back after all, and fell in a swoop.

"Luo'er...... Don't cry......" Zhishan moved slightly, and when he wanted to reach out to wipe the tears off her cheeks, he found that somewhere in the bodies of the two of them was connected together, her tightness and warmth were tightly wrapping his high-spiritedness, but he moved his body slightly, so that his body that had regained consciousness was a little unbearable.

Hua Weiluo watched Zhishan's face that had just returned to normal, and instantly became like a ripe apple, and the little residual grievance in his heart disappeared suddenly.

"This ......" Zhishan's deep eyes looked at Hua Weiluo with a little confusion, and with a trace of remorse in his voice, he whispered to her: "Luo'er...... Did I do something to you after I was unconscious......"

"......" Hua Weiluo looked at the distress and self-blame in his eyes, and finally couldn't help but hug him tightly, buried his head in his chest, and the warm tears soaked his chest in an instant, "No, little junior brother, you didn't do anything...... It's me...... I ......"

Hua Weiluo's voice was a little choked and speechless, Zhishan gently reached out and stroked the broken hair in her ear, vaguely remembering that before she fell into a coma, she heard Zhifang's arrogant voice say that a thousand souls are scattered......

Don't......

He finally understood the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and hug her slender shoulders tightly, sighing: "Luo'er, why are you ......?"

"Hmm...... Don't move...... ...... hurt" Hua Weiluo felt that his body had finally recovered its warmth, and a stone in his heart suddenly fell to the ground, but after all, it was the first time, and he just moved it slightly, which made her feel unbearable pain.