Ji Xubai inadvertently raised his eyes and saw the familiar light cyan clothes slipping down from the corner not far away, fluttering slightly in the wind.
Like a lonely elf, drifting helplessly.
Wen Zhigu didn't know how long she had been standing against the wall. Listening to the low voices of the father and son, she slowly leaned down, squatted on the ground, hugged herself tremblingly, her eyes were dull and empty. Look ahead.
There was darkness ahead, and nothing could be seen except for the falling snowflakes.
But it seemed as if infinite desolation swept through her whole body and mind, making her heart unable to settle down and have nowhere to rest.
All she could think about was Ji Xubai's words, "Daddy is waiting for mother to come back."
She closed her eyes tightly, and the scene kept reappearing in her mind. Ji Xubai sat on the stone steps facing the wind and snow, coughing, a lonely and cold figure. He said that he was waiting for her.
How did he know that she would definitely go back...
She will leave, how could she not leave.
Ling Xue is back, how could she still stay...
She didn't want to have any choice at all by Ji Xubai. She was so aloof and what she wanted must belong to her alone. She couldn't accept that there was still Ling Xue in Ji Xubai's heart, even though she knew it wasn't Ji Xubai's fault.
But I just can’t accept it.
Just like she fell in love with Ji Xubai at first sight, and after learning that he liked Ling Xue, she was willing to give up and swallow that love alone.
The love she wants has always been just you and me. If anyone else gets involved, she feels like it has changed.
not to mention…
What's more, this person is Ling Xue.
It was Ling Xue who trapped her in nightmares several times.
Suddenly a pair of white boots stopped in front of him.
Very familiar, they were boots made according to Ji Xubai's size. The edges of the boots were trimmed with light blue flowing cloud patterns. Looking up, they saw a pair of slender legs hanging from a snow-white gown.
Ji Xubai stood in front of her, with a calm and calm look on his face. His cold and beautiful face showed no emotion. He was just standing calmly under the wind and snow. His thin figure was cold and dignified. He did not come here with emotions. Yes, he looks as elegant and quiet as ever. He is still the admirable Taifu Ji.
It's just that the person who lost his composure became Wen Zhigu.
She squatted by the corner, raised her head slightly, like a poor child who had been abandoned, and stared at him blankly. The tears did not flow down all at once, but slowly surged, slowly condensed into her eyes, and finally filled her eyes. Full, a big teardrop fell from the center of the eyeball.
Ji Xubai looked at her quietly without moving.
He became calmer and calmer, his thin lips pursed gently, showing no emotion at all.
Wen Zhigu suddenly couldn't look at Ji Xubai like this anymore. She supported the cold wall and stood up to leave. However, she probably squatted on the ground for too long. When she got up, Wen Zhigu's foot stumbled and she lost her whole body. He leaned forward and threw himself into Ji Xubai's arms.
At that moment, neither of them moved.
She heard the heartbeat in his heart, and she seemed to hear the pain, so she bit her lips tightly, for fear of making any sound.
Finally, it was Ji Xubai who lowered his head first. He lowered his eyes and looked at her head quietly in his arms. After a long time, he slowly asked in a hoarse voice: "Where are you running? Have you gone?"