Su Kui's heart is throbbing, heart, love, person
In an instant, all the memories rushed into my mind, lingering, the position of the heart seemed to be broken open, flowing into a warm current.
While she was hesitating, the old woman didn't urge her, tidying up the red string, and occasionally greeted the women who came and went.
"Give us one."
The voice is low, slow and cold, like a mountain stream and a pebble colliding with the water.
This sound, like a heavy hammer, hit Su Kui's heart all at once, bang, bang, bang—
Her hearing and vision began to blur, leaving only the heart beating constantly, strong, as if to jump out of her throat.
It's him? not him
At this point, Su Kui was a little stubborn and didn't want to look back. She pressed her lips tightly and looked down at the knotted ropes, the red ones, which were woven into several strands by thin red threads.
Occasionally, peach petals float down and fall onto the bondage rope. The old woman doesn't pick it up, but lets them fall, which makes them look pretty.
"Why don't you look back? Afraid of me?"
The sound came closer again, her breathing hit her side face, her earlobe was itchy, Su Kui turned her head abruptly, and she slapped it off.
But he stopped abruptly when he was less than one millimeter away from the cold and delicate face.
The man wore a snow-white brocade robe, and his wide blouse made him extremely weak. His silver-white hair was casually draped behind his shoulders. He didn't know how long he stood here. Even on his hair, he was favored by peach petals.
His hair was blown by the wind and entangled with peach blossoms. The beauty was like a painting, only one side was enough to be suffocating.
"Why don't you fight? I know you are angry, have you waited for a long time for this day? Come on, I won't be angry with a few fights to vent your anger."
The man smiled, gently touched the broken hair on her sideburns, affectionately plucked the peach blossoms that had fallen on her shoulders, and played back and forth with his slender and white fingertips.
Su Kui lowered her eyes, her eyes quickly agitated with the ups and downs of emotions, with a complicated look, staring at his hand for a long while, and asked softly, "Who are you on earth? Are you Shen Do not forget, or—"
In the ice cave, the man who has been sleeping on the ice for thousands of years
She didn't dare to ask, if the time comes, isn't it Shen Wuyou who comes back
How smart a man is, he naturally knows what she is worried about, and he sighs, and he can't tell if it is jealous or what.
"You wish I was him?"
Su Kui's heart sank immediately, stopped talking, turned and left.
Since Shen Wuwang no longer exists, she doesn't want to have any intersection with this person who has the same face as Shen Wuwang.
"Hey, Fu Changan, are you so cold when you see me? Not happy or happy at all? I even rushed to find you, thinking you would be happy!"
Su Kui was confused, she pressed her eyebrows, turned around and glanced at him impatiently, "Who are you anyway?!" This tone of voice is really similar to that smelly Taoist priest!
"You can continue to call me Shen Wuwang. He was originally a part of me, but now he is one."
Following these words, the big stone in Su Kui's heart loosened a little.
She lifted her red lips and looked at each other with a smile.
The wind blows away his silver hair, and a few strands of hair hang down from the corner of his forehead, making him even more charming. The eye sockets are deep, the skin is pale as paper, and there is no trace of blood. The whole person is like an unpopular porcelain doll.