Western Suburbs Annex.

A figure shrank in the peach forest, his hands on his cheeks, his eyes straight, obviously in a daze.

As soon as Qiao Muyu entered the peach forest, he saw the familiar little figure, because he was afraid of the cold, he wrapped himself tightly, covered with a big cloak, squatting there, shrunk into a small ball, his little face was flushed, and he was very cute.

My heart moved, and something seemed to melt silently in my heart.

He untied his black cloak, and his handsome face was as bright and intimidating as ever, but a little pale.

A pair of black thick-soled embroidery boots suddenly appeared in front of Ling Siqing's eyes, thinking that the people who were watching this mansion had discovered him, he suddenly came back to his senses, and subconsciously wanted to slip away, but he looked up like a ghost.

"Ah, you ......"

Qiao Muyu was looking down at her, his eyes were shining, with an indissoluble tenderness.

It was cold in winter, and the north wind was blowing, and his usual gold was replaced by black, and he was draped in a large black cloak inlaid with mink fur, and his soft hair was casually curled behind him, and he was tied with a jasper hairpin, and the rest danced with the wind.

Ling Siqing was stunned, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was the reality in the dream or the dream in reality......

"Why, don't you recognize me?" Qiao Muyu smiled at the corner of his mouth, he could charm all beings in an instant, he stood quietly under the peach blossom tree, like a dream, the peach blossoms flew in the wind, indescribably handsome and chic, and charming.

"You're back." Ling Siqing spoke slowly, for fear of touching this dream.

"Yes, I'm back, and I've been captured by my father." Qiao Muyu was a little funny, but she felt that she was so stupid and cute.

"You're really back." Ling Siqing couldn't believe it, and cautiously stretched out his hand, but stopped for half a moment away from Qiao Muyu's face, for fear that if he touched it, the figure would disappear, so he endured the throbbing in his heart.

She wanted to stand up, but she squatted for too long, her legs were numb, and she stood together, her body couldn't help shaking, and she fell to the side, subconsciously to help the tree trunk, a strong arm stretched out in time, she was unsteady on her feet, and she fell over.

Qiao Muyu smiled and hugged her into his arms, "Is this taking the initiative to give me a hug?" ”

Ling Siqing's face turned red inexplicably, and he also felt that this "throwing in his arms" was very suitable for his situation, but he subconsciously took a step back, "It's not, I'm just careless for a while, and I didn't stand firm." ”

"Fool, don't you want to admit it, in fact, you've been waiting for me here?" It hasn't gone far!

"Am I waiting for you?" Ling Siqing was stunned, and he noticed something in a trance, and even retreated, "No, no, I'm not waiting for you, I'm just, I'm just ......" It's just what, I'm just deceiving myself!

"Thinking ......" Qiao Muyu called softly, very lightly, like a dream, and it became more and more unreal.

Ling Siqing didn't know what was wrong with him, he missed him very much when he couldn't see him, but when he saw him, everything was like a dream, the opposition in reality was so obvious, some things barely came, and the estrangement in his heart was not easy to resolve.

In fact, she only came to this courtyard occasionally, occasionally wandered in this peach blossom forest, and only occasionally ......

fantasized about Qiao Muyu's return.

People want to be liked by the people they like, Ling Siqing is no exception, and Qiao Muyu is no exception.

He looked at Ling Siqing, even though she kept denying it, but the frozen cheeks, the eager eyes, and the throbbing emotions, he couldn't see when her heart for herself began!

He didn't ask, and he didn't want to ask, but suddenly found that their hearts were actually very close, but they couldn't touch each other.

Ling Siqing didn't seem to be able to bear the torment in her heart anymore, or the reality was too cruel, breathing unnaturally, when Qiao Muyu approached, she actually fainted, and in a daze, she stretched out her hand with difficulty, wanting to touch him......

Her voice was so low that she couldn't hear it clearly, and she whispered, "Qiao Muyu......"

However, no matter how hard she tried to reach out, she couldn't touch the figure that looked like a mirror.

Qiao Muyu, don't go......

It turned out that she was just afraid that he would disappear again, she was so scared that even her mind was completely lost in the darkness, and she could no longer feel the slightest movement from the outside world, and the heart that was angry because of Qiao Muyu also fell into the dust little by little.

Qiao Muyu was stunned, hugged her tightly, touched her hot forehead, and said "fool......"

Qingzhu never saw Ling Siqing return, took the little girl down the mountain, and entered the western suburbs through the familiar path.

Qiao Muyu looked at the strange pair of master and servant, amused at the same time, but also a little distressed.

He didn't have time to pay attention to the existence of Xiao Ling, but asked the attendant to arrange Qingzhu to live in the guest room of the Western Suburbs Courtyard, and he always guarded the sleeping Ling Siqing, saying confidant words that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Fool, you're waiting for me to come back, and you still stubbornly don't want to admit it......"

Qiao Muyu brushed her forehead and brushed her hair, the light fell on the hairline, and it looked much lighter, and the smooth and soft hair was scattered on the pillow, as if crossing a ray of sunshine and gentleness, like a brocade sparkling slightly.

Ling Siqing didn't know how long she slept, but she fell into a very beautiful dream......

The consciousness slowly recovered, the eyelids were very sore, and I couldn't open them, maybe I couldn't open them, and if I continued to sleep like this, the hallucinations would never dissipate......

Ling Siqing chuckled in her dream.

Whose hand brushed her eyebrows and eyes, the movements were extremely gentle, as if to smooth out the wounds on her heart together.

She finally struggled, slowly opened her eyes, her vision gradually became clearer, and she slowly saw the outline she was extremely familiar with, the face she was extremely familiar with, Qiao Muyu, it was Qiao Muyu......

Isn't all this a dream?

Ling Siqing's sudden awakening caught Qiao Muyu off guard for a moment, and then asked softly and slowly, "Wake up, are you hungry?" Still dizzy, I asked people to prepare preserved egg porridge, do you want to eat a little first? ”

The voice in front of me was so clear, so soft, so dreamy......

Could it be that she is still dreaming!

"Qiao Muyu, Qiao Muyu, Qiao Muyu...... "No matter, no matter......

Ling Siqing threw himself into Qiao Muyu's arms, no longer paying attention to the estrangement in his heart, ignoring the fear in his heart, relying on his own heartbeat, his own breathing, his deep thoughts about him, and his deep longing......

"Qiao Muyu, don't disappear again, don't disappear again, okay......"

"Siqing, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving...... Qiao Muyu has never known Daoling Siqing's enthusiasm, but he has never been so active with himself, this is the first time he has done so, but he is a little flattered. Thoughts ......"

"Siqing, you remember, this time you didn't let me go......"