Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The figure that she missed so much appeared just a few steps away from her.

 Quietly, I don’t know when it appeared.

Hold a wine bottle in his hand, a man's back was thin and he stood there silently.

A pair of extremely dark, bloodshot, cold eyes stared at her for an unknown amount of time.

The moment the two people looked at each other, they saw that his hand holding the wine bottle suddenly lost strength, and the wine bottle immediately fell and hit the ground heavily.

A very loud sound, in the lonely and silent peach forest, which was plunged into darkness, seemed to wake everything up. The wine pot broke, the tiles flew, and the cold and transparent wine spilled all over the floor.

Quiet, the surroundings were extremely quiet, as if everyone held their breath in unison, not daring to disturb the silence of this moment.

The cold wind was howling, the clouds were rolling, and the bright and deserted moon in the sky showed a shallow corner.

The light and shadow were dim, the wind was blowing suddenly, and the biting wind came from behind Yun Si, blowing her long hair and blowing away the breath from her body.

The faint fragrance, with its fresh breath, adds a bit of warmth to the cold and biting wind.

The moonlight was like water, falling quietly on the dirty and slippery land. I just looked at the man in black clothes, who was almost blending into the darkness, and slowly took two steps forward.

There was a strong smell of wine. I didn’t know if it came from the wine spilled on the ground or from his body.

The smell of wine is very strong, and it feels intoxicating when you smell it.

Yun Si looked at him, stunned, motionless, staring at him with wet eyes, and the circles under her eyes were tight and red.

 Looking at him, he looked pitiful and extremely aggrieved.

"Husband..." The man came to her very slowly, step by step, without saying a word.

The moonlight was clear and clear, the clouds dispersed, and the bright moonlight spread out bit by bit and fell on the ground.

On the ground, the tall, dark shadow slowly bent down and squatted on one knee in front of the little man.

 The big one faced the little one, and the big one stretched out his hand, and his icy-cold hands instantly pinched the little one's face.

His breathing was heavy and not very steady. Under the moonlight, his face was as white as jade, so calm that there was no trace of ripples. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his gaze fell on her body, which was extremely cold.

Hands pinched her little face and chin, and in just that moment—

 The little one on the ground turned into a girl.

The pure and beautiful eyes are full of good eyes, long hair like a waterfall, a small face with a large face, a bright warm and warm, red lips are bright, and they are the most hooked, beautiful and pure fox.

 She is as delicate as water, with snow-white skin and jade skin, and she always carries an innocent charm that is charming and unknowable.

 Her eyes were red, with crystal clear tears in her eyes, her nose was red, and her lips were also red, catching people's attention easily.

The man stared at her with his heavy eyes and said nothing. The emotions in his eyes were surging wildly. There was no joy or anger, only fear.

It seems to be missing, endlessly intertwined, almost going crazy, defeating the rational thoughts; it also seems to be furious, uncontrollable anger under extreme restraint.

Her face, her person, appeared vividly in front of him, and he seemed to be obsessed with it, crazily, and crazily longing for it.

Endless emotions were hidden deeply. His hand holding her chin touched her face very gently, beyond reason.