Liu Siyan stared blankly at her palm and didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "You didn't ruin it?" ”

"Hmm." Zheng Xiyao responded softly.

The man suddenly dragged Zheng Xiyao over, hugged her tightly into his arms, buried his head in her neck, and muttered: "A-Yao, A-Yao." ”

It's like a big dog who has been wronged and is looking for comfort.

Her body was forced to fall backwards, and Zheng Xiyao firmly grasped the man's waist in the gap when she was about to lose her balance: "Zichen, you get up first." ”

"Don't." The man rubbed his head against her neck and muttered.

Zheng Xiyao's waist was about to be broken, she pinched the male protagonist's waist fiercely, and the man's body trembled and let go of her.

She took the opportunity to stuff the sachet in her hand into his palm, quickly dodged to the side, and watched the man cover his waist and grin at her,

"Hey, Yao'er, you!" The male protagonist couldn't help but cry and laugh, looking at the woman in front of him who covered his mouth and shook his shoulders.

He unconsciously clenched the things in his hand, and only then did he realize that there was a foreign object in his palm.

It's the sachet.

There was a moment of confusion in my mind.

This was the first gift he received on his birthday, and it was also a gift made by Zheng Xiyao himself. He once regarded this as a token of love with Zheng Xiyao.

So at that time, when it was destroyed, he was in despair.

"Yao'er, I'm glad that this is a birthday gift from you"

"Huh." Zheng Xiyao was embarrassed to avoid Liu Siyan's gaze.

It's still an oolong to say.

In order to save a few points, the system that slammed the door at the beginning wasted a lot of time when she returned to the city, and almost missed the male protagonist's birthday.

……

The palace is late at night, and the snow is light.

The young man sat alone in the courtyard of the cold palace, wearing a dark red python robe, his hair was tied in a high bun, and his long ink-colored skirt was spread out like water.

The cold wind howled, the moon was pale, and the delicate snow as jade fell, sprinkling on the tips of his boots and turning into ice crystals. The young man stared intently into the distance, his gaze deep.

This situation and this scene seem to be a moving painting in Zheng Xiyao's eyes. And the boy in the painting makes people feel pity.

[It's all you, I said that I used points to exchange for a 'thousand miles and a moment', what do you think of this? ] Zheng Xiyao complained about the system.

[Who would have thought that the male protagonist would be so stubborn. Besides, don't you know anything about yourself? After coming to this world for so long, the points are less than a hundred, and if the points are less than 0, you will be wiped out. 】

[This ......] Zheng Xiyao agrees with what the system says, but she still can't get over it on face [Even so, a teleportation is only thirty points. 】

[What do you have to do later, host, these points are not enough for you to save your life, do you still think this point is too much? ] The system had apparently gone into 'mom nagging' mode, and it was chattering in her head.

Zheng Xiyao had to forcibly cut off the connection to the system.

The world is finally quiet.

She took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and mustered up the courage to walk towards the waiting teenager.

"Your Highness." Zheng Xiyao called the male protagonist softly.

"Yao'er!" The male protagonist found Zheng Xiyao and quickly approached her.

At this time, the breath of the two people who approached turned into a white mist in the cold air.

There was a layer of frost on the boy's eyebrows and eyelashes, his face was red from the cold, and his lips were purple.

"Your Highness, how long have you waited?" Zheng Xiyao touched the young man's eyebrows with his hand and wiped off the frost color: "If I don't come, will Your Highness keep waiting?" ”

"I know Yao'er will definitely come back." The young man's eyes were clear and bright, as clear as a pool of clear water. There was a sense of confidence and firmness in his eyes, as if he had unshakable strength.

Zheng Xiyao looked at the young man's bun and looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I didn't catch up with His Highness's crown ceremony." ”

The corners of the boy's eyes were crooked, and there was a soft light in his eyes. His lips fluttered slightly, revealing his neat white teeth, revealing a sense of innocence and brightness.

"What about Yao'er's gift?"

"Gift ......" Zheng Xiyao sighed in her heart [system, can points be used to exchange for gifts?] 】

System: [......]

[System? 】

Just when Zheng Xiyao thought that the system was hidden, he suddenly remembered in his mind:

[If you're looking for death, you can try.] 】

[So what to do?] What is the main gift for the male protagonist? This is the male protagonist! Do you dare not to give it? 】

[Didn't you make one two days ago?] 】

Zheng Xiyao hesitated, not because she was reluctant, but mainly because she really couldn't take it.

"Yao'er, what's wrong, it doesn't matter if you're not prepared, I'm glad you can come."

The young man couldn't help but laugh in his heart when he watched the girl's changing expression. It was originally a joke, but it seems that the girl took it seriously.

It's just that I haven't seen it for a long time, Liu Siyan can't help but appreciate the beautiful girl more:

The maiden wore a heavy white mink cape and wore delicate jewelry. Her hair was braided into a graceful bun, and her red lips were slightly open, exhaling white moisture. Despite the freezing weather, she still maintains a proud posture and exudes an unparalleled temperament and confidence.

The eyes are dripping and spinning, smart and cute.

"Why, of course I prepared a gift." The girl was reckless, groping around her waist for a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she pulled out a cyan sachet.

She hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes, and quickly stuffed the sachet into the young man's hand: "This is my own embroidery, don't dislike it." ”

"You embroidered it?"

"Hmm."

Zheng Xiyao waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for the afterword, she quietly opened her eyes, and found that the young man was staring at her embroidered crooked sachet with tenderness, and the corners of his mouth were almost to his earlobes.

"Did you really do it, Yao'er?"

"Of course, I stayed up all night to make this sachet, but my hands were broken." Seeing that the young man didn't believe it, Zheng Xiyao hurriedly shook his scarred fingers in front of him.

"What?" The young man panicked, and eagerly grabbed Zheng Xiyao's hand to examine it carefully.

"It's okay, it's fine. It's all scabbed. Zheng Xiyao comforted and decisively withdrew his hand.

She didn't say that although this sachet was made by herself, it was not actually a gift to him, but it was just her practice.

But in the current situation, she is afraid to tell the truth.

After this incident, the male protagonist has been carrying the ugly sachet with him, and of course he has been ridiculed by many people.

Zheng Xiyao also asked him why he liked it so much, after all, even she wouldn't take out this sachet if she wasn't forced to do it.

"This is the first time I've received a genuine gift from someone else."

Zheng Xiyao was silent and never mentioned it again.

Their relationship has also become closer because of this incident.

Until, that day, she personally destroyed this 'sachet' in front of Liu Siyan.

Their relationship was shattered.

And now,When this intact sachet returns to the hands of the male owner,,Can they also go back to the past?。。

Zheng Xiyao didn't dare to think deeply.