Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1717 Rose Manor (23)

  His cold voice became much duller.

   Faintly, with a vibrato.

   "How can I find you?"

   "..." The person who pushed him away paused.

   "Fool..." She slightly bent her eyes.

   "As long as you think, I will appear..." She smiled and whispered in his ear.

   "I... have been by your side..."

  Her hand gently touched his shoulder.

   Endless tenderness.

   It's just that the voice gradually became ethereal.

  From near to far away, it seems to be getting farther and farther away from him, until it is impossible to grasp at all.

  Everything, became ashes.

  Dream, broken.

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   When breaking away from the dream, the charming little light, as if awakened, floated up from the hidden rose stamen.

   Silently, re-immerse between the flower spines.

   Dispersed, like free fireflies, flying silently, shuttling through it.

  The lights of the villa in the distance are dimmed, only a few lights are on.

  The dots of light are just so far away, hiding in the flower thorns far away.

   After finding a safe place, the faint light disappeared.

   Soon, a pair of beautiful wine-red eyes appeared on several delicate roses.

  Hiding there quietly, staring at the villa in the distance.

   Picking up a lock of my hair, twirling slowly, talking to myself: "Why are you dreaming again..."

   She has been dreaming these days, dreaming that she is molesting him.

   Could it be because we haven't seen each other all the time... So I think about it every day and dream at night?

  She touched her ear lightly.

  In the dream, he bit his own ear, and the touch felt very real.

  Like it really happened.

  Until now, she can still feel the remaining warmth from his lips.

   A little soft and a little cool.

  She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and touched quietly.

   Cheeks seem to be a little hot.

   "Can't dream anymore..."

   Dreaming again, she will be unable to control the desire to see him.

  She raised her eyes and looked at the villa in the distance again.

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  The next day.

   "Sir, this is all the information about Ms. Song that I have found so far, please have a look."

   After lunch, Uncle Wang handed over the documents he had prepared earlier and bowed slightly.

   Very respectful.

  The man who sat quietly in front of the viewing platform, looking at the scenery outside, took the file.

  Drooping eyes, warm and white face, light eyebrows and eyes.

   There is still a cold and alienated breath on his body, gentle, but giving people a slight sense of distance.

   Make people afraid to come forward and disturb.

  The file opens, and inside is the woman's detailed information.

  He calmly scanned from top to bottom, turning the pages.

Behind    is her family information.

   There is no daughter, or in other words, there are no children left at all.

  Alone, died of cancer twenty years ago, never married.

   There is a younger sister, but the younger sister also passed away last year due to a sudden cerebral thrombosis.

  Life was full of misfortunes and illnesses, leaving only one son.

  At present, my son has immigrated abroad and has a daughter, but the daughter has just been born and is less than three years old.

   Still waiting for food.

  Looking through the whole article, there is no useful information, just a bunch of irrelevant people.

  The man looked calm and closed the file.

   His calm eyes still fell on the scenery outside, and the document was handed back casually.

   Without a word, there was silence.

   It's hard to figure out what he's thinking at the moment.

  (end of this chapter)