Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Quiet, very quiet, Jun Jiu Ge woke up suddenly. The moment he opened his eyes, he felt that the whole world was quiet, without any sound.

It was eerily quiet, and in the huge space, the only sound left was his breathing, which was rapid and panicked, with a hint of panic after waking up from a dream.

here…

 His hand subconsciously looked to his side, it was empty, empty.

There was a cold feeling around him. There was no one beside him, only the air that he couldn't grasp and made people feel suddenly heartbroken.

　　　…”

He was sitting alone on the large bed, his almost lukewarm hand falling on the empty place beside him, motionless.

The thin and snow-white back was lonely, like a lifeless corpse. The whole person was in the darkness and did not speak for a long time.

 Emotionless, numb, as if he was used to it——

I am used to the emptiness of the room and the coldness in the overwhelming darkness.

 He was in a trance, with his head lowered, his whole face hidden in the darkness, and there was no expression on his face.

quiet.

He sat alone for a long time, and his big hand on his side sank deeply into the mattress, holding on to it, trembling slightly.

The breathing was mechanical, the chill was clinging, and the intertwining of reality and dreams made him seem to be in a weird state.

 Hununxununxununxunxunxunxunxue.

All the hopes that were finally rebuilt seemed to collapse again invisibly, and everything was falling apart.

 Endless cruelty, ruthlessly throwing a person who thought everything was fine, into the cold, dark abyss and mire again, without showing any mercy.

Handed his head, his pale lips twitched silently, as if he was laughing, laughing at his own stupidity and naivety, so stupid that he actually regarded the dream as reality.

 Laugh, keep laughing, the laughter is soft, the laughter is cold and weird, the laughter is like a madman that no one dares to approach. His shoulders were shaking slightly, he was laughing so crazy that he couldn't even breathe, and he started to cough.

He coughed violently, one after another, as if he was coughing out all his internal organs - he coughed loudly, and a strong sweet and rusty smell invaded and spread to his mouth.

 Thick and bitter.

He kept coughing, kept coughing, the qi and blood attacked the heart, the internal organs in the body were reversed, and the spiritual power surged, almost uncontrollably, and exploded out of the body.

He coughed violently, but he held his chest tightly to suppress the smell of blood in his mouth.

 Speechless, he staggered and got out of bed.

The room was cold and dark, and the ground was bitingly cold. He supported himself and stumbled, and was about to run to the cabinet to look for the clothes left by his old friend——

At this moment, the door that separated the inside and outside opened.

There was a "squeak" sound. It was very soft, but it was very clear in the huge silent space. It told the people inside to stop their movements.

 I instantly turned my head and looked over, only to see his pupils shrink violently...

 “Shh… keep your voice down…”

 The soft figures, one large and one small, walked in cautiously like thieves.

"Daddy should still be sleeping, don't wake him up..."

 The voice of the big figure was very soft, especially lowered.

The little doll nodded obediently and followed her step by step. With bright eyes, it stood close to her and was particularly clingy.

One big and one small, they all seemed to be holding something in their hands, which was very fragrant and steaming. As soon as they came in, the coldness in the room seemed to be dispelled. (End of chapter)