The castle was the place where his soul was kept, the place where he was born, and it was also used by him as his burial place early on.

The castle is home, the only memorial in his heart, everything in it proves that this was once his favorite place, proof of the existence of his parents and siblings, so he is nostalgic for a table and a chair here, and even a candlestick He is reluctant to move his position.

Over time, the place he once loved the most became a prison and an abyss, so that he could never leave here, never stop thinking, and never get rid of the darkness in his heart.

If you stay in a dark place for a long time, even the most beautiful flowers will wither.

Jin Ting has long since adapted to everything here, and has long forgotten the smell of sunshine.

Therefore, when he pushed open the door and saw the scene in front of him, in his heart, which had been frozen for many years, it seemed that a seed that had been silent for a long time suddenly broke out of the ground, like bamboo shoots after the rain, through the sunshine and rain in front of him, growing wildly and wantonly, until it enveloped his whole heart.

Everything in front of him was too beautiful, so beautiful that he forgot to breathe, not so good that his heart was faintly painful, Jin Ting, who was standing by the door, didn't even dare to raise his feet and step forward, he was afraid that everything in front of him was a dream, the sun and sunflowers were dreams, even the elf lying on the ground was also a dream, this dream was too real, so real that he could see the dry paint on Ding Bao's face, so real that he heard Ding Bao's breathing.

Unconsciously, he raised his feet and stepped forward, slowly squatted down, and leaned forward in an almost humble posture, gently brushing the hair from the corners of her eyes, and the pure white and almost transparent fingertips carefully touched the tip of her nose, warm, and the steady breathing sound made his heart get indescribable satisfaction and peace.

There was an impulse in his heart, an impulse that he couldn't control, controlling his movements and thoughts, making him slowly bow his head, his lips trembling, gently, slowly, imprinted a kiss on the tip of Ding Bao's nose.

Without any lust, it contains the yearning and persistence of the soul in the darkness for the light, and Ding Bao at this time made him realize that there is such a vivid and bright girl in the human race.

At this moment, this girl is no longer a human in Jinting's heart.

At the moment, she is just Ding Bao.

It doesn't matter the race, he seems to like it...... Ding Bao.

On that day, Jin Ting sat quietly beside Ding Bao, facing the sea of sunlight and flowers on a wall in front of him, listening to the wind outside the window, and slowly closing his eyes.

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"Ding Bao, shall I buy you some more paint?"

The two were eating, and Jin Ting suddenly said this.

Ding Bao pretended to be curious.

"Why?"

"I smell paint today, if you like painting, I'll buy it for you later."

"Not moving?"

Ding Bao seems to care about this.

Aware of her emotions, Jin Ting put down her chopsticks and asked softly.

"You don't want to get out of here?"

Ding Bao lowered his eyes, unconsciously poked the rice in the bowl, and muttered in a low voice.

"I love ...... here"

Without waiting for Jin Ting to speak, she said again.

"This is the first home in my life, like a home."

Jin Ting pursed her lips, and a fine numb sour sour welled up in her heart.

Before, he had never felt Ding Bao's vulnerability, and he didn't know when he would subconsciously feel Ding Bao's thoughts and emotions.

Jin Ting suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and then took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Ding Bao.