Su Zhinian squinted his eyes, stared at the light and long down jacket worn by Song Qingchun, and then looked at the fierce howling wind, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration......

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The black shadow was against the light, and Song Qingchun couldn't see his face clearly.

She tried hard to see, but the bright sunlight was too dazzling, and all that fell into her eyes was a faint halo.

In that halo, Song Qingchun vaguely saw Su Zhinian's upside-down face.

Was this the dream she had before she died?

Song Qingchun looked at it, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Su Zhinian's cheek, but as soon as her fingertips moved, her eyes suddenly became a little sloppy, and the fingers that originally wanted to stretch forward suddenly turned into zippers to pull clothes.

The howling wind instantly poured into her down jacket, like blowing up a balloon, filling the air.

Her down jacket was big enough to be compared to a parachute, but the resistance of the open clothes slowed her down.

The distance between him and her was getting closer and closer, and as he fell to the same height as hers, he reached out and grabbed her wrist in time.

At the same time, her brain, which he had just controlled her consciousness, also woke up, her expression was a little dazed, first glanced at her wrist that was being grasped, and when she saw the watch on his arm, her expression was obviously stiff.

He touched her skin, allowing him to read her thoughts clearly: Am I dreaming? How could there be a sudden extra person around him, and this person was wearing the same watch as him......

Su Zhinian didn't wait for her to finish thinking about her thoughts, so he grabbed her wrist, used a slight force, pulled her whole person into his arms, raised his other hand, and circled her waist.

His movements made her whole body tremble slightly, and her long, curly eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings for a while before they slowly opened.

As she slowly opened her eyes, Su Zhinian's shocking and peerless face came into her eyes little by little.

Perfectly defined chin, thin lips, firm nose, beautiful deep eye sockets, and picturesque eyebrows......

The bright sunlight just hit the back of his head, rendering a faint golden light around him, lining his exquisite facial features that are unparalleled in the world, more and more outstanding.

The scene in front of him was so beautiful, it was like an illusion, which made Song Qingchun subconsciously hold his breath, stared deeply at Su Zhinian, and fixed his mind.

She must have been dreaming...... Definitely dreaming......

Song Qingchun thought that he was going to fall to pieces when he waited, and looked at Su Zhinian's eyes, and a touch of grief appeared.

She slowly stretched out her hand to his cheek in the rapid sense of falling.

Her fingertips didn't fall short, and the touch was warm and soft......

Song Qingchun's eyebrows frowned slightly, her fingers moved quickly on Su Zhinian's face, and when she touched his lips, she clearly felt his warm breath, spraying on the back of her hand, numb and slightly itchy.

Song Qingchun's hands trembled, as if he realized something, and his eyes met Su Zhinian's eyes again.

She could clearly see the reflection of her face from under his deep, beautiful eyes.