There was a warm air swirling in the cochlea, itchy and numb, as if light feathers were blowing by, Mo Lingwei's body froze.
Feng Shaojin leaned very close, his long and narrow phoenix eyes stared at her profile, as if he was seriously waiting for her answer.
Breathing and hearing each other, Mo Lingwei could even feel the residual heat from him being too close.
She bit her lip, lowered her head, pulled the thin blanket up, and said in a low voice, "Why are you doing this?"
Her meaning couldn't be more obvious.
Even if he hurt him, it was his own fault.
As long as he is willing to let her go back to Jincheng, she will not end up like this.
Feng Shaojin snorted when he heard this, "Who told me to like you? There are so many women in this world, and I don't know why I just fell in love with you."
It was like a doomed fate, when he wanted to let go, he couldn't stop.
Some feelings are engraved into the body, fused into the flesh and blood, and if you want to pull them out, you can only gouge out the heart and eat the bones.
But can a person without heart and bones still live well?
Mo Lingwei's expression was as calm as ever, like a lone goose flying across the vast sky without a trace.
But there was a storm in my heart.
She knew Feng Shaojin so well, during the two years they were together, Feng Shaojin wished he could hold her in the palm of his hand, even Feng Yichen couldn't stand his kindness to her.
She is not a wooden person, she can personally feel the heat of his feelings.
But despite this, Feng Shaojin seldom uttered the sweet words that these girls love to hear.
He is too introverted and stable, and he prefers to express his heart with practical actions that are good to her.
Now, for some unknown reason, in just one hour, he confessed to her many times, as if he was afraid that she would not understand his thoughts, and he had to remind her all the time to let her know.
Mo Lingwei couldn't help feeling sad.
She wanted to get together and stay away, and didn't want to become a married couple with him, but they were on the road to a married couple step by step.
"Does it look good?" Feng Shaojin pulled up the thin blanket on her body again, covering the area below her neck, his voice was as low as fine wine, and changed the subject: "Sure enough, they are all open."
Bursts of fragrance hit.
Mo Lingwei raised her eyes, and saw the plum blossoms blooming all over the sky.
White ones and pink ones are blooming on the branches.
It has snowed heavily a few days ago, and in some places on the mountain, the sun cannot shine, and the thick snow has not completely melted.
The fragrant wind blows, a little cool.
"It's pretty." Mo Lingwei raised her lips slightly and smiled involuntarily.
A gentle kiss fell on her cheek, like the breeze and the moon, without any desire.
"It's been a long time since I saw you smile." After Feng Shaojin's thin lips touched her cheeks, he quickly moved away, Mo Lingwei was too fast to react in time.
"Ling Wei, you look so pretty when you smile." Feng Shaojin squatted beside her, looking straight into her eyebrows and eyes: "Every time I see you smile, my heart seems to bloom."
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingwei avoided Feng Shaojin's scorching gaze, "It's so cold, go back, I don't want to watch it."
Continuing to walk along this bluestone slab path, I don't know what shocking words Feng Shaojin will say.
These sweet words are like sugar mixed with arsenic, no matter how delicious it is, it can't change the fact that it is a gut-piercing poison.
She has already passed the age of listening to love, she doesn't need it anymore...
Instead of being entangled with each other and not hesitating to wear away the former affection, it is better to cut the mess quickly, keep a little warmth, and occasionally appear in each other's memories, and each is well.