On how heartthrobs can save the world [system]

When Chu Zihui entered the door, the young man was squatting in front of Bai Xuhua, pinching his wrist and helping him to apply the medicine.

Bai Xuhua faced him, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyelashes fell slightly, those ink-like pupils should be as deep as a cold pool, as cold as ice and snow, but at this moment they were empty and lifeless.

Seeing this situation, Chu Zihui couldn't help but choke in his throat.

"Why is he here?" Bai Xuhua raised his head inadvertently, looked in the direction of Chu Zihui with his dull eyes, paused for a while, saw that there were no more noises from there, and there was a trace of doubt on his face, but he ignored it , drooping again is the eyebrows and eyes.

If he had known in advance that Chu Zihui was coming at this moment, he would have seized the opportunity and used the hologram to flash him again.

"I'm very sorry," the system felt guilty, and he whispered, "I didn't pay attention."

"It doesn't matter, there are opportunities anyway." Bai Xuhua comforted him, and said: "When he calls my name, you can flash the hologram at the right time."

He paused, and continued: "The hologram can lock him alone, and don't let others see it."

Of course, the system would pay attention to such important details, he meekly complied with Bai Xuhua's words, and quickly began to delete suitable clips.

When Chu Zihui entered the door, he kicked the door in panic and anxiety, so there was a great commotion.

When he entered the door, he saw Bai Xuhua sitting on the soft couch - and the young boy half kneeling in front of him, carefully helping him to apply the medicine.

His words were suddenly hoarse in his throat.

One is because the situation makes people feel at a loss, but because - he saw the wound on Bai Xuhua's wrist.

It is narrow and long, but also extremely deep, with a bright red color, and spots of blood permeate out, and are gently covered by white grease.

When the man raised his face and looked towards him, his heart almost stopped beating.

Slowly and firmly, once and for all, with inexplicable fear and expectation.

And when he met those dark but expressionless pupils, a certain emotion that was already there was like a small hole was punctured in a leather bag filled with water, that inexplicable emotion, It's all leaking like water.

He can't see.

He... can't see, so he can't see him.

Such a person should have been perfect without any flaws, and should have sat high and high on the clouds.

He exuded a softness that made people want more.

He showed a trace of frailty, which made people unable to bear the growing anxiety in their hearts.

If the gods in the sky descended from the clouds.

It will only make people want to reach out and drop it from a high place, letting him flow into the mortal world.

Chu Zihui stared at him blankly for a long while, his mind was full of troubled thoughts, and told him to see the young man bandaging Bai Xuhua's wrist before he said, "Xu Hua."

Bai Xuhua paused slightly, he raised his face, but his expression remained unchanged.

He said, "You are here."

The moment Chu Zihui raised his face, he was dazed by the sudden vision.

He saw a figure from behind.

Wearing a high crown on his head, a long sword on his waist, and a black robe with dragon patterns embroidered with gold silk, it shows his extraordinary identity.

He walked through the deep corridor, and the little luminous pearls illuminated the underground palace as bright as day.

The man pushed open the door of the underground palace, and Chu Zihui saw a magnificent palace appearing in front of him.

The luminous pearls were placed everywhere, thick cushions were spread all over the ground, and there was a person standing barefoot in the palace.

His long hair was loose, he was dressed in black black clothes, and his hands and feet were in shackles.

Hearing the voice, he turned around, revealing a face with white silk eyes.

His lips are extremely pale, and his whole figure is so stiff that people are afraid that he will fall down in the next moment.

The boy's voice faintly merged with the voice of the person in front of him.

He said, "You are here."

Determined and indifferent, with dead air.

It is not at all like the illusion he saw the first time - it is like tasting nectar, the intimacy like cold snow turning into spring.

"I……"

Chu Zihui was distracted by the illusion this time, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand. He didn't know whether he wanted to touch the person imprisoned in the underground palace, or he wanted to touch the person who was close at hand and within reach. Bai Xuhua.

The illusion dissipated in the next instant.

As if nothing had happened, Bai Xuhua raised his head slightly, and said, "What's wrong?"

Chu Zihui seemed to have woken up from the illusion, and he had restrained all his expressions in an instant, only a pair of eyes remained obscure.

He said softly to Bai Xuhua: "This time I caused you to suffer, I'm here to take you back."

The young man had already finished bandaging Bai Xuhua's wrist, and was turning around to look at him. Hearing this, he frowned tightly and raised his voice, "He is my wife, you have to take my wife with you." Where to go?!"

As soon as he made a sound, Chu Zihui gave him some eyes just now.

Just seeing his face, Chu Zihui couldn't help but turn cold.

He said, "Twins?"

He didn't put the boy in his eyes.

Jin Yuan, who told him that he broke Bai Xuhua's tendons before, had the same face as the young man in front of him.

In Chu Zihui's eyes, this face was very annoying, so he just glanced at it and ignored him.

He even took a few steps closer, took off the long sword hanging from his waist, and picked the boy aside.

After that, completely ignoring the young man's almost stunned expression by his behavior, he said to Bai Xuhua in a warm voice, "It was the red-sleeve girl who asked me to look for you."

He had an inexplicable illusion at Bai Xuhua's place, so he naturally made some preparations.

Bai Xuhua's experience in this world was naturally found out by him, so that Chu Zihui knew that the person in front of him most likely had a sweetheart.

Moreover, the voice of the sweetheart was the same as that of Hong Xiu, which made him seem to have empathy.

Bai Xuhua is undoubtedly mysterious.

It's as if he doesn't exist in this world at all. In this mortal world, there is no trace of his past.

Chu Zihui checked him for a long time, and all he could find out was his experience from being rescued from the snow by Hongxiu to now.

He is like snow from the sky.

I don't know where I come from, I don't know where I'm going, I come quietly, I leave quietly.

Bai Xuhua groped forward.

He didn't touch the soft hair that belonged to the young man, so he slowly withdrew his hand and said, "Is it the girl with red sleeves?"

"is her."

Chu Zihui felt a little sour in his heart, he looked at Bai Xuhua and said, "Come back with me."

Bai Xuhua parted his lips slightly, revealing a smile.

The faint but clear warmth between his brows made people unable to help being fascinated. His smile was fleeting, not obvious, as light as the snow falling outside at this moment.

enough to sink

Chu Zihui choked for breath.

He looked at Bai Xuhua lowly, and couldn't help reaching out his hand, wanting to touch his face.

It stopped at the next second of contact.

He looked closely at Bai Xuhua's face, and after a while, he slowly put down his hand.

Chu Zihui sighed softly, restrained and longing, he said to Bai Xuhua: "Do you want to rejuvenate, or follow me?"

The author has something to say:

Reminder is still needed

Procrastination can only be cured by reminder_(:3」∠)_