Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

One word, just one word, and she smiled.

Without regret, she smiled lightly, leaned on his shoulder, and said no more words.

She fell asleep, as if asleep, with a faint smile on her face.

It's like I'm having a sweet dream - a dream so beautiful and happy that I don't want to wake up.

She was silent, just like she had fallen asleep thousands of times before, sleeping obediently and quietly relying on his arms.

The icy cold hand on her leg lost strength and fell suddenly.

He grabbed it, held it tightly, and slowly placed her hand on his cheek, wanting her to touch him and letting his body temperature warm her.

only……

Everything seems to be of no use.

She fell asleep...probably too tired.

He knew that she had always been a lazy girl who loved to be sleepy and sleep in. She was also very bad and would secretly pretend to be asleep and then scare him, hoping to see his reaction.

She has always been like this, bad and naughty. Even if she is taught a lesson by him, it is of no use. She always likes this.

Bad girl... She probably wanted to scare him again this time, wanted to see his reaction, wanted to tease him in a bad way, and see how panicked he looked.

Jun Jiuge hugged her tightly, his eyes were red, and he worked hard, pulling the corners of his mouth.

Gently touching her head and rubbing her ears, he spoke with restraint and trembling, kissed her on the cheek.

"Si Si... Si Si, don't make trouble..."

"It's not funny...it's not funny at all...I don't like this joke..."

"Wake up...open your eyes, okay...it's not funny...I hate this joke..."

"Aren't you most afraid that I'll be angry? If you don't open your eyes...I'm going to be angry...I'm really angry..."

The breathless body was cold, bone-chilling, as cold as ice.

Even the endless warmth of the sun and the endless heat of the person holding her...can't change this.

The fiery red color, at this moment, turned into the coldest and quietest color in the world.

The fiery redness, at this moment, began to disappear.

When the soul is gone, the body is also gone - along with the completely withered Bianhua flower by the window, it completely dissipates, turns into dust and smoke, and goes away with the wind.

A little bit of coquettish starlight, with a light fragrance, drifting away.

In the arms of God, under the warm peach forest... there is nothing left to catch - how cruel she is, leaving nothing for him.

Don't give him the chance to deceive himself, don't give him the possibility of going crazy and trying to seize it, everything... will fall apart.

The breeze sings in a low and mournful voice, the leaves on the trees rustle, the peach blossoms fall one after another, and spring is everywhere. At this moment, the gods under the trees are terrifyingly quiet.

The body still maintained the hugging posture, but the arms... were empty.

Nothing is left, only him is left in this world.

Silence, long silence.

That bone-white figure seemed to have turned into a frozen sculpture, motionless and silent.

Blood - the flesh and blood were blurred, and the scarred hands were bleeding, drop by drop, falling to the ground and spreading.

It was a very beautiful color, but at this moment, it became extremely cold.

Fading, everything is fading.

The deep fragrance of flowers in the air disappeared...the world turned into dull and monotonous black and white.

"Tick-tock——"

A drop of tear fell down, containing blood and shocking redness. It fell heavily and blended into the black and dark blood mud, making it difficult to separate.

At this moment, everything is silent.