Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1760 Rose Manor (49)

  Winter day.

  Tsinan Island.

  The cold wind of winter is bleak and desolate, bringing the freezing temperature of the sea surface, roaring.

  Like that invisible sharp knife, piece by piece, it cuts a person's cheek so painfully that it cracks.

  In the cold winter, the roses in the manor have withered.

  The bright colors in the spring were also dispersed by the wind.

  There are dead leaves all over the ground, and the dry and drooping flower stalks.

  Only on the branches close to the ground, there are still a few dull green leaves.

  Like that old woman, although she has been carefully cared for, it still doesn't help.

   Can only struggle to maintain the remaining life, waiting for the spring of the coming year.

  Resuscitated.

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  Inside the villa.

   Another dream.

  Qiao Fuxing calmly looked at the emptiness of the room and remained motionless.

   It began to rain outside at some point, and the rain hit the glass window, splashed into water droplets, and gathered along the glass.

  The ground is covered with icy rain, and the scent of roses that has been stained and moistened.

   It has been diluted a lot by the rain, and it is mixed with earthy fragrance, but it can still be smelled.

  He sat on the bed, without the warm breath beside him.

  The room is empty, silent and desolate.

  His eyes were calm and downcast.

   Doesn't move, like a lifeless sculpture.

  The hands hanging under the quilt were slowly clenched.

   Clenched into fists, extraordinarily vigorous.

   I don't know how long it has passed, but the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier.

  The decayed flower was also bent down in such a howling heavy rain.

   Shaky, very pitiful.

  Qiao Fuxing lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips seemed to twitch.

   Some irony.

  Knowing that this was a dream, without her in the dream, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

  The moment he landed, he was startled.

  It seems to have noticed the abnormality of the legs.

   His legs...

   seems to be fine.

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   "Kacha—"

  The door of the room opened.

   Someone walks in.

"you're awake?"

   The familiar soft voice is her.

  Qiao Fuxing raised his eyes almost immediately.

  The clenched fist suddenly loosened.

  I only saw the slender and tall man with long hair, which was simply **** with a headband.

  She turned her back to him, wearing a thin warm white turtleneck sweater and snowflake skirt, her back was extraordinarily gentle and beautiful.

  Slim and charming.

  It was raining loudly outside, but inside the house was extremely quiet.

  She opened the closet and put the returned clothes back in.

  While moving, he said: "Wake up and wash up quickly, it's getting late, I'm going to heat up breakfast, you can eat some—"

  Before she finished speaking, she was suddenly hugged.

  The barefoot man who didn't even wear shoes ran up and hugged him.

   Almost pressed her against the cabinet.

"…ah-"

  She was caught off guard by his actions.

   The center of gravity was unstable and almost hit the cabinet door.

   "What... what's wrong?"

  She turned her face slightly, the broken hair around her cheeks was hanging down, white and delicate.

  As beautiful as a porcelain doll in a painting.

  The movement of the man holding her was extremely strong, as strong as a wild beast.

  The whole head was buried between her neck, deeply inhaling the smell of her body, and her fingers were shaking.

   I don't know what I'm afraid of.

   "Si Si...my Si Si..."

  While speaking, there was even a loss of control and excitement that was lost and regained.

   "..." The person caught off guard relaxed slightly, a little helpless.

  (end of this chapter)