If it weren't for their killing array, how could she have come here and met such a person?

Recuperate from injuries for a month.

For a month, Jiang Wenjing was deeply attracted to him.

And Fusang, a cold heart, has changed slightly because of this girl.

There seems to be something called --- warmth.

The warmth that this girl brought to him.

---

"Fuso God, why do you always have a cold face? With such a stunning face, it must look good when you smile. ”

"I never laugh."

"Poke ---" Jiang Wenjing boldly pinched the corners of his lips, and immediately leaned back with a smile, "Fusang God, the way you laugh is really good-looking." ”

Fuso miraculously did not get angry, this was the first human who dared to touch him.

"Fuso God, how old are you?"

"I don't remember--"

"Fuso God, are you a human, a demon, or a god?"

"I don't know ---"

"Fusang God, is he always alone?"

"I'm never alone."

---

"Fuso Okami, what do you like?"

"I've never liked anything."

Jiang Wenjing pouted, "Fusang God, then you, will you like me?"

Fuso, "---"

This is a question that will never be answered.

It's January again, and finally, it's time to leave.

Jiang Wenjing once said, "Fusang God, as long as you say to stay, I won't leave." ”

Fusang stood under the begonia tree, his stunning face was very cold, "You should go--"

Jiang Wenjing, "You're just, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Fusang turned around slowly, and for the first time in a pair of silver eyes, there was a color other than cold.

The silver hair was flying, and he was silent for a long time.

Jiang Wenjing held the little white dog in her arms, looked at him quietly, and stopped talking.

After a long time, she sighed, raised a bright smile, and said, "Fusang God, then, can Xiaobai stay?" The great god of Fusang, he will definitely take good care of Xiaobai, right?"

"Wangwang---" the little white dog barked, unwilling to leave Jiang Wenjing.

"Little white obedient, the god of Fusang will definitely treat you well."

Jiang Wenjing put Xiaobai down, her clean smile was a little bitter, she tore off the red ribbon that tied her hair, hung it around Xiaobai's neck, and looked at the stunning man standing under the begonia tree with his back to her, with that bright smile on his face, "Fusang God, thank you, I'm leaving---"

Fuso turned his back to her and didn't react at all.

Jiang Wenjing stared at him for a long time, then finally turned around and left.

After walking less than three steps, she stopped abruptly and said softly, "Wen Jing likes the great god Fusang, and she will definitely remember your --- forever."

Fusang's heart suddenly hurt, and under the begonia tree, his figure looked a little ruthless.

But he never looked back.

Stand there until sunset.

When he turned around, there was no bright smiling face of the girl behind him.

All that was left was the little white dog with tears in his eyes, and the crimson ribbon around his neck.

Fusang glanced at it coldly, and his gaze fell on the place where Jiang Wenjing disappeared, where he stood for three days and three nights.

After all, are you gone---

Since he can remember, he has never left the Begonia Mountains, and he naturally will not leave here to find her.

In the past eleven years, Fusang occasionally thinks of the girl with a bright smile, and thinks about how she is doing now.

Is the smile on that face still the same?

It's just that I didn't expect that after eleven years, when we met again, the girl back then was already a cold corpse.

His gaze fell on Jiang Wenjing's body for a long time, the sleeping face did not change, but there was more sadness between his eyebrows.

He raised his eyes, and his gaze fell on Huang Qingwan's body again, the immature face that was very similar to Jiang Wenjing made him stunned for a moment.