Shen Yanxiao's face is against the moonlight, and her figure is reflected in her eyes.

His eyes are so calm, her reflection is very clear.

Calm heart lake, suddenly set off a wave, Shen Yanxiao's eyes unconsciously some panic.

"You are a soul, why do you have a shadow?" Shen Yanxiao's head is under his head. He dare not go to see the self repairing his eyes.

"My condensed body can be used as an entity for a while." Xiu explained patiently.

"Then Will your body also have temperature? " Shen Yanxiao thought of the close contact with someone in the northern mountains and forests. At that time, it happened so suddenly that she didn't notice it at all.

Xiu looks at Shen Yanxiao and suddenly stops talking.

The strange atmosphere made Shen Yanxiao a little nervous. She looked up at Xiu and wondered if her question was out of time. After all, Xiu is the soul. Now, the body is only a temporary illusion, which is probably the boundary in his heart.

"Well You think I didn't say hello. " Shen Yanxiao grabs her hair in embarrassment. She has something wrong with her brain tonight, and her thinking is a bit confused.

Just when Shen Yanxiao was worried about why he suddenly became stupid, Xiu suddenly raised his hand and grasped Shen Yanxiao's white and tender palm.

The slender five fingers are held in Shen Yanxiao's weak and boneless hands, but there is no trace of temperature.

With, only cold cold.

"I'm just a mirage now." Xiu looked at Shen Yanxiao and said slowly.

Xiu's words made Shen Yanxiao's heart suddenly hurt. She frowned at Xiu and looked at the face that made heaven and earth lose color. There was no expression.

He's just a soul, not a real person.

No matter how illusory it is, it's just like the nothingness in the mirror. After a moment, it will turn into fog and dissipate.

Shen Yanxiao subconsciously holds Xiu's hand. Suddenly she smiles and says, "look, if I hold you, I can make you warm."

Even if it is to pass her temperature to him, Shen Yanxiao is not willing to think about repairing it. It's just a matter of soul.

Although there is no loss or sadness in that face, Shen Yanxiao doesn't like Xiu's saying that, not showing it, doesn't mean he doesn't mind. If Xiu tries so hard to recover his strength, he naturally wants to become a real entity again, not a phantom.

"Xiu, if your strength is restored to the peak, can you return to the original appearance?" Shen Yanxiao asked in a low voice.

Repair tiny one Leng, just slowly way: "No."

"Why?" Shen Yanxiao looks at Xiu. Can't he say that he can never recover his real body?

Xiu looks up at the night sky, his half narrowed eyes fade the black camouflage, and the golden eyes appear again.

"My body is still in the world, and only when I find him can I return to my original form."

"What?" Shen Yanxiao didn't quite understand the meaning of repair.

Xiu explained: "you can understand the body as a container for carrying the soul. The only one in the world that can perfectly integrate with my soul is my own body. I know that he is still here, but I am not strong enough now to determine his specific position. When my strength recovers, I will find him and integrate again. Then I will be the first one I am. "