Blue Fall, Yellow Spring and Jun Sui

When Xiao Qingyu was conscious, he realized that he had fallen asleep lying on the desk. Seeing the fiery red cloak on his shoulders, he knew that Fang Junqian must have been here.

Feeling warm in my heart, I stretched out my hands to gently gather my clothes, the pain on my body was no longer as severe as in the afternoon, I picked up a pen, and continued to write and correct the unfinished "Five Volumes of Dingguo".

I don't know how long it took, but there was a "squeak" sound in the empty room.

Hearing the sound, Wushuang's nib paused, but did not stop.

When the sound of footsteps approached, he looked up, and it was indeed him, that red figure, his usually domineering and unruly face was a little worried at the moment, but it didn't affect the three-dimensional facial features that were as handsome as a knife, the whole person Exude a kind of majestic kingly air.

Fang Jungan, it really was him.

If it wasn't for him, who else could embody this vulgar red body so vividly.

Suddenly, Fang Jungan accelerated his pace and walked towards Xiao Qingyu. When Wushuang realized it, the man had already walked to the side, wrapped Xiao Qingyu's slipped cloak with his slender hands, and fastened it.

"Why is Qingyu so disobedient? You don't wear your cloak properly. You are not in good health and are naturally afraid of the cold. If it is really cold enough to make you sick...Qingyu, what do you want Fang Jun to do?"

Seeing that worried face and frowning brows, Xiao Qingyu finally couldn't bear to refute anything.

"It's nothing, how can you be so fragile." He replied indifferently, maybe Wushuang came like this, and he never knew how to respond to others' concern.

No matter how big the fluctuations in his heart were, his face was always so calm.

"Qingyu, today I cook by myself. I made Qingyu's favorite mandarin fish with peach blossoms. Shall I take you to eat?" Fang Jungan looked at the banished fairy, afraid that he would not agree.

Wushuang looked at the pitiful man with a funny face, finally couldn't bear it, and replied "Yes."

Suddenly, Wushuang felt powerless, a dot of ink appeared under the tip of the pen, and his body trembled slightly. The familiar pain, which had just dissipated for a while, surged up again at this moment.

Although it was a slight tremor, Fang Junqian still noticed it.

"Qingyu, you..." If you want, I will help you.

Before finishing a sentence, Wushuang interrupted, "Fang Junqian, bring the food and let's eat together, okay?" Xiao Qingyu didn't want you to see such a weak and powerless self.

"Qingyu, how could I leave you at this moment." How could Fang Jungan leave you alone to endure the pain.