Then, without a word to lead the way, he had already walked through the corridor and headed straight to Feichen study.
At this moment, he should have gotten up long ago and read in the study, right
The carved wooden door was pushed open from the outside, a cold wind was wrapped in snowflakes, and it blew towards the house. Feichen did not lift his head, his pale and thin cheeks were sunken, and the expression between his brows became more and more cold. It seemed that as long as he was not paying attention, it could turn into a gust of wind, and the snow outside was blown away.
The cold wind continued to blow in from outside the door, spiraling into the collar, and a layer of cold particles grew on the skin.
Feichen's fingertips moved slightly, and Yaoyao seemed to feel it and looked up.
Just one glance--
The book in his hand fell to the ground. He didn't care about picking it up. He sat on the pear wood chair in a daze, staring at the woman wrapped in the cold wind in a daze.
The ink hair is like satin, the eyelashes are slender, and the pale and delicate face overlaps with the appearance in the memory, but it seems that it has been reduced a lot, and the small tip of the jaw makes the heart tremble.
His body trembled suddenly, his eyes were staring at the figure far away, and he did not dare to blink, for fear that for a moment, he would never see it again.
"Qing, Qingyue..."
It was more real than every illusion in a year. He didn't dare to move, he didn't blink, he didn't dare to get up, and he didn't even dare to touch her cheek.
Even if he scratches his heart and lungs when he thinks, he almost stops breathing when he thinks--
But he still dare not.
But this time, something seemed to be different.
He was in a daze when he heard a soft answer from his ear, "It's me, Feichen, I'm back."
came back--
His eyes, which were unusually large because of their thinness, stared at her in a daze, and when he saw her, he stepped up, a little bit, and slowly approached him.
Suddenly he stood up on the wooden chair, trapping the nearby woman into his arms.
A real, warm breath sprayed across his neck, he suddenly wanted to cry, his pale fingers touched her little face little by little, and he was startled when he started to feel cold and bitter.
He hurriedly walked over, closed the door, and blocked the doorway that was constantly pouring in cold wind, then turned around, suddenly hesitated.
"Qingyue?"
The warmth of the surroundings made her numb consciousness slowly return to the cage, and her lips were turned blue from the cold, and she smiled quietly, "Fei Chen, I'm back, I'm really back."
She stretched out a hand far away, with a smile in her eyes.
Feichen stared at the little white and transparent hand, approached step by step, raised his hand, and slowly held it.
Everything in front of him was real, not the fuzzy figure in his illness, or the person who wandered in the dream and could not see when he dreamed back at midnight. He closed his eyes lightly, and suddenly a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.
"Qingyue, I miss you so much--"
In such a warm scene, Su Kui's eyes suddenly turned red. She stood on her tiptoe, gently kissed the drop of tears, and climbed on his thin, almost detached shoulders, looking deeply into his dark eyes, "I Yeah, **** thinking all night, finally..."
The small hand was held by a big hand, and gradually turned into interlocking fingers, "Are you still leaving?"
Su Kui shook his head and hugged him tighter. She just wanted to cry in distress, "Don't go, never go again, we'll never be apart for the rest of our lives."
Feichen smiled slowly, and the gloomy moments on his face dissipated, as the ice and snow melted, taking on the original appearance.
"Even if you are leaving, I will never let go this time. Unless, I die--"