A snowflake fell on her eyelashes and quickly turned into water droplets, soaking one or two rows of thick honeyed eyelashes. She just looked into the distance absentmindedly, but her face was different from the coldness of her fingers.
"Qing..." The lips moved unconsciously, trembling and sighing.
Stretching out her hand, she gently caressed her cheek, then walked in the opposite direction to him and breathed into her hands. The British winter was much colder than she imagined.
It doesn't matter, it won't work this time, she will have another time.
If she didn't catch up this time, she would have another chance. If she couldn't do it today, she would have tomorrow. As long as he walked from here, she would definitely catch up with him.
Looking up at the sky, she actually couldn't see anything clearly. The light from the wall lamp fell on her body without any exaggeration. Although she was thin, she could see her slightly transparent cheeks, and there were still clear finger prints on one side.
The snow was still falling, very big, and soon a patch of white accumulated on the ground. Even at night, it could be clearly seen, and the row of footprints on the ground gradually faded away. In the end, it seemed that this place had never been there before.
Not a man appeared, nor a woman appeared.
Just snow, white snow.
Soon, there was a sound of footsteps stepping on the snow in the distance, and a scratching sound seemed to break the silence of the whole world. The footsteps came closer and closer, and a man covered in snow stood where the woman first stood.
Location.
He squinted his eyes and looked at Xiang Zhou. His green eyes became part of the night in the darkness, but they were extraordinarily bright. Some sharpness shot out from his eyes, and the yellow light fell on his
What is clearly visible on his shoulders are the snowflakes on his shoulders, one by one, more and more, and the white air on his lips disappears and appears from time to time.
He just stood there, motionless.
It seemed that he was the only one in the world. He put his hand on his chest, like a white snowman. He didn't know how long it took before he turned around again and stepped heavily on the snow that had just fallen.
On the snow, he raised his head again and closed his eyes until the cold snowflakes fell on his face, and then melted quickly.
It was a strange feeling. He left but came back again. It seemed that there was something here that was attracting him, making his heart beat involuntarily, making him worry, and making him at a loss. But why, there was nothing.
.
Everything he has is still the same as before. His hands can hold too many things, but he cannot hold his own heart. His heart is too heavy and too chaotic. This time, even he himself is confused.
.
It seems that there is another self there, an unknown self,
That man is not Arthur Wyrie,
In other words, the memory of the three months lost was clear.
He put his hand on his head, and there was another clear pain on his head. He squatted down, with a look of extreme pain on his face.
Can't remember, still can't remember.
The snow is still falling, with no intention of stopping. It seems that the Wairai Castle may become completely white tomorrow.
He stood up, his green eyes filled with silence. He strode forward, not forgetting that there was a woman who was afraid of the cold and needed his care. It took too long for her to come out, so she must have been anxious.
After pushing open the door, the hot air rushed in, causing the snowflakes on his face to disappear in an instant, leaving only his green eyes as cold as ice and snow.
He walked in and took off his shirt, but before he could throw it on the sofa, slender arms were already firmly wrapped around his waist.
"Lan, there is snow on my body, don't move." He frowned and quickly pulled her away. However, when he lowered his head, he saw the eyes of the woman in his arms who were crying like rabbits.
, he sighed softly, there really was nothing he could do to her. Not only had he been a little abnormal lately, but she had also.
Maybe it was because he kept saying, "Well, it's my fault. I'll come back early to accompany you later." He unbuttoned his clothes and once again pulled the woman in front of him into his arms.
Here, his body temperature is very high. It seems that as long as he is there, even if it is an extremely cold winter, the woman around him will not feel any coldness.
The snow outside is very heavy, and it may be even colder tomorrow.
"Okay, let's go and rest," he gently stroked the hair of the woman in his arms, picked up her extremely light body and walked towards the big bed, where the two of them lay down together.
Yi Ruo hugged the man's neck tightly and kept biting her lip. Ever since she learned the news, she could no longer calm herself down. She was going crazy.
Everything she was about to have, she only needed to reach out her hand gently to have it. However, this time someone was trying to take it away from her hand.
No, no, these things didn't belong to her in the first place, but she was the third party, an intervener, or perhaps a substitute.
When had she, Yiruo, become so pitiful, so resentful, and so afraid of everything? The sound of a man's extremely steady breathing came to her ears, but even when she was asleep, his eyebrows were always there.
They were wrinkled together tightly, and they didn't seem to want to relax.
She shook her hand and felt that her fingers were still numb. They had been like this since she beat Xiang Qinglan.
Lan, it's Lan again, why is there a woman like Xiang Qinglan in this world, such a woman that she hates, why does she want the woman Arthur talks about, and the child in her belly is not her cousin,
Then, it's his.
Qing, if you knew that I was not your Lan, what would you do to me? Would you be as ruthless as you are to Wang Xiaolan? When you like a woman, you can pamper her like you are in heaven. When you don't love her, you will look at her coldly.
He watched her fall into hell, but he didn't even give her a look of sympathy.
"Qing," Yi Ruo said and touched Arthur's lips, but Arthur just held her little hand and put it on her chest, and she could clearly feel his heartbeat so strong and strong.
Calm.
"What's wrong?" The male's pleasant voice rang in her ears, and the hot breath he sprayed on her face made her whole body tremble, but the man's eyes were still calm, without any trace of anger at all.
He was so confused and calm as usual. Who could believe that they had slept on the same bed for so long, but nothing happened.