Chapter 327 Don't bully my son (48)

  She missed the appointment.

  The hem of the snow-white clothes hung down, motionless.

  The cool wind that came from nowhere seemed to be infected with the chill,

   Swirling, slowly infiltrating the limbs.

  Cold, and endlessly cold.

   Overwhelming, covering everything, airtight.

   Silence.

  The strength of the wind seems to be less,

   Gently, blowing over, blowing the high-hanging lanterns slightly.

  The lanterns are off, it’s completely dark,

  When the wind blows, it seems to be able to touch the residual temperature above.

  The cool wind blows slowly,

   Silently, the leaves on the tree moved, and they seemed to wake up a bit.

   I don’t know when,

  In the wind, it seems to bring a faint fragrance of flowers.

  The very faint breath was diluted thousands of times by the wind.

  In this silent night, the breath comes with the wind, silently,

  But invisible, it seems that the wind is not so cold anymore.

  The darkness of the sky faded the moment the lantern was lit.

  Brand new candle, start burning again.

   There was a bright and warm light, and in an instant, it covered the person's body.

   Thoroughly illuminate a person sitting in a wheelchair with his head down.

  His long eyelashes trembled, and the hands on his legs suddenly tightened.

   Tightly, even the hem of the clothes is wrinkled.

  The lowered head was held in the shadows, and the face was unclear.

  But the straight and tense shoulders, and the tightly clenched hands all express—his emotions.

  The breeze gradually stopped,

   The traces disappeared again.

  But in the yard, there were already subtle footsteps.

  Gently, very slowly at first, not in a hurry.

   Later, the footsteps seemed to stop for a moment, and then speed up instantly,

  Stepping on the lawn on the ground, the sound of the hem of the clothes passing by is clearly visible.

soon,

  A bright red skirt appeared in Gu Zisu's sight.

   Contains the fragrance of flowers, accompanied by the movement of the skirt, within reach.

  She seemed to be panting a little, standing in front of him without speaking.

  The skirt embroidered with delicate petals also fell down as her movement stopped.

  Slender waist, slender fingers,

   is a woman.

  The man with his head down, remained motionless.

   Even though his face was hidden in the shadows, he didn't look up.

  The tense body was as hard as a stone, icy and cold,

  Long hair hangs down, extremely quiet.

  Even the warm-toned light shone on him, but it seemed that it couldn't dispel the chill from his body.

   Thin and thin, alone.

  The woman relaxed slightly and squatted down.

  The bright red skirt was dragged to the ground.

  She casually put the burden aside, then poked her face slightly, and moved closer to him.

  stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

  As she moves closer, the floral fragrance becomes more intense,

  It is close at hand, fragrant and warm, sweet and indescribably sweet.

  Her plain face finally came into view.

  Bright and charming peach blossom eyes, curved eyelashes,

  Brows and eyes are like a banshee painted by a god, indescribably charming,

  Meeting his gaze, the corners of her lips raised slightly, as if smiling.

  The color of her lips seemed to be more gorgeous than the dress on her body, and with just a touch, it turned red with rouge.

   She didn't speak first either, she just blinked and looked into his eyes.

   seems to want to know—is his eyes okay.

   "." Gu Zisu's dark eyeballs remained motionless, silent.

   His eyes fell on her face, and he stayed there for a long time.

  The long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't blink.

  The dark pupils reflected her figure under the light, which was extremely clear.

  (end of this chapter)