Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1596 You are my belief (8)

  A delicate and beautiful angel doll with jewel-like clear green eyes.

  Wearing a small black skirt, behind him is a pair of black wings spread out.

  Soft body, fair little feet.

   At the ankle, there is also a bright red rope tied.

  The cards that were not put aside were blown by the wind from nowhere.

   It landed lightly on the ground, on it, the words were still there—

hope you will like it.

  The little boy stared fixedly at the beautiful angel doll, and suddenly let go of his little hand holding the scissors.

   The scissors fell on the carpeted floor.

   There was only a slight sound.

   Seeing such a beautiful and unique angel doll, his hands seemed to tremble a little.

  A beautiful angel, it should be pure white.

  But he doesn't seem to have this concept.

   He only stared at the beautiful doll in front of him, tentatively and gently stretched out his hand.

  Carefully, it seems, like it very much, afraid of breaking it.

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  After hugging the beautiful and delicate angel doll, his light golden clear eyes seemed to turn slightly red.

  The thin little arms began to exert force, hugging his doll tightly.

  The doll is soft, made of excellent fabric, and has a faint, indescribable floral fragrance on its body.

  The withdrawn boy hugged his doll and carefully kissed it.

   Then buried his face in the body of the doll.

  It seems a little nervous and a little shy.

   "Chesia...Chesia..."

  He repeated the doll's name in a very low voice.

  Like a little rabbit, he kept arching the doll, making his cheeks flushed.

  Clingy, warm and tight.

   Beautiful doll, motionless.

  Outside the window, a wind blew from nowhere, and it silently opened the drawn curtain.

  Under the light and shadow of the light, on the soft carpet, the hanging card slowly flew up.

   Silently, silently, returned to the table.

  There seemed to be a light shadow falling behind the young boy's frail back.

   Appeared lightly like a ghost.

   landed on the white carpet.

  Black wings, show.

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   "Are you calling me?"

  A soft and childish voice sounded in the silent room.

  It appears like a spring breeze.

  The little boy who was cuddly holding the angel doll suddenly froze.

  The stranger's voice made him subconsciously nervous, vigilant and afraid.

  He hugged the angel doll tightly, his quail-like head curled up, and he didn't speak.

  Long and curly eyelashes fluttered wildly, he bit his lip slightly, turned around, and took a quick look.

  Buried his little head back into the arms of the angel doll, and he froze for several seconds.

  Finally, he looked up sharply.

   With wet eyeballs, he suddenly looked in the direction where the voice came from.

  In the midair, flapping black wings, a beautiful and flawless little angel.

   Tilting his head slightly, the green pupils symbolizing evil blinked and looked at him curiously.

  The little boy was completely stunned.

  Compared with dolls, real little angels are more beautiful and have a more sense of unreality.

  She is small in appearance and looks about his age.

   Flapping her petite wings, in mid-air, on her slender ankle, was tied a gorgeous red rope.

  A small shadow fell on the carpet, she looked at him, and slowly stretched out her hand.

  His eyes are slightly bent, and his smile is obedient and soft, as if he is showing friendliness to him.

  (end of this chapter)