At that moment of farewell, when she turned around after saying something, she saw him as if he was tolerant and lonely;

...

Time reshapes.

On a snowy night, through the snowflakes flying all over the sky, she looked up and saw him in the car;

In the dark night, on the empty street, she tiptoed to kiss him lightly;

Gentle eyebrows, warm palms, and thick chest;

...

The river in March was biting cold, bound her hands and feet, curbing her breathing, and pulling her into the abyss bit by bit.

Warmth, light, hope, all disappeared.

Endless darkness swept over, and the river that wrapped around the body was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Struggle, cold, despair.

Si Sheng suddenly woke up.

She turned over and sat up, gasping for a gentle breath, and the sweat on her forehead turned into coldness in an instant.

"woke up?"

The sound of vain gradually pulled Si Sheng's attention back.

Squinted his eyes, Si Sheng looked in a daze and saw Ling Xize standing at the window.

A gap was pushed open to the window, and the cold wind came in from there, making her sweat turn into a cool heart.

"Um."

Si Sheng responded softly.

She put her arms back into the quilt and pulled the quilt upwards to block the coldness brought by the fresh air.

"Pull the air."

Ling Xize said, picked up the coat on the back of the chair and threw it at her.

"Um."

The coat was thrown to one side, and Si Sheng didn't move, responding listlessly.

Ling Xize came over, picked up his coat again, shook it apart, put it behind Si Sheng, and asked, "Have you had a nightmare?"

"Yeah, I dreamed of you."

The casual and perfunctory answer made Ling Xize laugh and cry for a while.

Without calculating her, Ling Xize said again: "I'll ask again, are you dreaming?"

With his lower jaw pressed against his knees through the quilt, Si Sheng heard the shameless question, turned his head slightly, raised his eyebrows, and rolled his eyes, "I think beautifully."

Ling Xize simply threw away all his domineering and temper and said to her, "I can't pinch it flat and roll it into a round shape, isn't it beautiful enough?"

“…”

Si Sheng choked by him.

In my mind, I unconsciously poured my comments from last night—

Madam Yuzhai.

She is covered.

Unreasonable.

...

Si Sheng is slightly embarrassed.

So Ling Xize didn't mention it, and Si Sheng pretended that he had never said it before and kept his mouth firmly closed.

After a while, Si Sheng suddenly asked, "What time is it?"

Looking down at the watch, Ling Xize replied: "At 1:00 pm."

"ha?"

Si Sheng looked up in surprise.

"Auntie is home, Xiao Ni and Chu Luo go to buy ingredients," Ling Xize slowly threw the premise to her, and then slowly mentioned the matter, "What do you want to eat?"

"..." Si Sheng sighed softly and said to the point, "You can just tell me what you will do."

"White Porridge."

“…”

Si Sheng gave him a blank look.

Ling Xize turned around and walked out.

"Why."

Si Sheng suddenly called him.

Ling Xize stopped.
Chapter completed!