"Aunt, aunt, this snow-melting spell is so difficult to practice. Ling'er has practiced it thirty times and still can't master it..."
There was a little girl in purple who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a small red mouth pouting and pulling at the corner of the girl in pink. Her big eyes were filled with grievances and anxiety.
The girl in pink smiled lightly and patted the little girl in purple on the head: "Good Ling'er, this snow-melting spell is difficult to practice. Auntie, I had to practice it hundreds of times before I succeeded."
Then he casually pointed out her mistakes in practicing and asked her to go out and practice on her own.
This is a small green brick courtyard located on a hillside of Aiyun Mountain.[
This small courtyard has been in existence for more than ten years, but it does not look dilapidated at all. It is still clean, fresh and spotless.
The house is not big, but it is very complete.
There was a door open on the right next door. The girl in pink walked slowly over and pushed it, and the door opened.
The back room is a quiet room with a few knick-knacks on the table.
There is a clothes rack on the wall with several pieces of clothing hanging on it.
A snow-white mink coat with fever inside and out, a large orangutan felt Zhaojun suit, and a large mink wind collar.
There is also a snow-white mink cloak...
The girl in pink clothes touched this one and then that one, her purple eyes filled with mist and mist: "Jiaruo, Jiaruo, twelve years have passed, why don't you wake up?"
Although a long time has passed, the air in this small quiet room still retains the aura of the original owner.
The girl in pink took a greedy breath of the air in the room and sat on the futon in the quiet room where Garuo once meditated.
In a trance, he seemed to be sitting in Jiaro's arms.
His embrace was as cold as ever, and his slightly helpless smile seemed to be heard in my ears: "Xiyue, why did you jump into my arms again?"
"Xiyue, I don't feel pity for you, I love you!"
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Suddenly I opened my eyes, the room was cold and all the illusions were gone.
Hua Xiyue closed her eyes slightly. The most embarrassing thing was that all the love and joy were as clear as yesterday, and the soul of the person she missed had no idea where she had gone...