After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 145 Didn’t Turn into Stone Today (46)

The old castle is the place where his soul rests, his birthplace, and he has long regarded it as his own burial place.

The castle is home and the only souvenir in his heart. Everything in it proves that it was his favorite place and the existence of his parents, siblings, so he is nostalgic for every table and chair here, even a candlestick. He didn't want to move his position.

Over time, the place he once loved the most has become a prison and an abyss, making him never leave this place, never stop thinking about it, and never shake off the darkness in his heart.

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

Jinting has already adapted to everything here, and has already forgotten the smell of sunshine.

Therefore, when he opened the door and saw the scene in front of him, it seemed that a seed that had been silent for a long time suddenly burst out of the ground in his heart that had been frozen for many years, like bamboo shoots after the rain. It grows until it covers his whole heart.

Everything in front of him was so beautiful, so good that he forgot to breathe, but not so good that his heart ached achingly, Jin Ting who was standing by the door didn't even dare to step forward, he was afraid that everything in front of him was a dream, the sunshine and The sunflower is a dream, even the elf lying on the ground is also a dream, this dream is so real, so real that he can see the dry paint on Ding Bao's face clearly, so real that he can hear Ding Bao's breathing.

Unknowingly, he stepped forward, squatted down slowly, leaned forward in an almost humble posture, gently brushed the hair from the corners of her eyes, and carefully touched her cheeks with his pure white almost transparent fingertips. The tip of his nose was warm, and his steady breathing made his heart feel indescribably satisfied and peaceful.

There is an impulse in his heart, an impulse that he can hardly control, manipulating his actions and thoughts, making him lower his head slowly, his lips trembling, and gently, slowly, imprint a kiss.

Without any lust, it contains the yearning and persistence of the soul in the dark for the light. At this time, Ding Bao made him realize that there are such bright and bright girls among human beings.

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

At this moment, she is just Ding Bao.

Regardless of race, he seems to like... Ding Bao.

That day, Jinting sat quietly beside Ding Bao, facing the sunlight and the sea of ​​flowers on the wall in front of her, listening to the wind outside the window, and slowly closed her eyes.

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

The two of them were eating when Jinting suddenly said this.

Ding Bao pretended to be curious and puzzled.

"why?"

"I smelled paint today. If you like painting, I will buy it for you later."

"Not moving anymore?"

Ding Bao seems to be very concerned about this.

Jinting realized her emotions, put down her chopsticks, and asked softly.

"You don't want to leave here?"

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

"I like here……"

Before Jinting could speak, she said again.

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

Jinting pursed her lips, a slight sourness welled up in her heart.

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

Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, Jinting took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Ding Bao.

(End of this chapter)