Chapter 436

Then I don't need a word to lead the way, I have walked through the corridor, straight to the non dust study.

At this time, he should have got up already and read in the study, right?

The carved wooden door was pushed open from the outside, a cold wind wrapped with snow, blowing towards the house. Feichen didn't lift his head either. His pale and emaciated cheek was sunken, and his face became colder and colder between his eyebrows. It seemed that as long as he didn't pay attention, he could turn into a gust of wind, and the snow outside was blown away.

There is still a cold wind outside the door, swirling into the collar, and a layer of cold particles grow on the skin.

Non dust fingertips fretting, like a sense of looking up from afar.

At one glance -

the book in his hand clattered to the ground. He could not help picking it up. He just sat on the pear tree chair and looked at the woman wrapped in the cold wind.

The ink hair is like satin, the eyelashes are slender, the pale and delicate face coincides with the shape in memory, but it seems that it has been reduced a lot, and the small jaw tip makes people tremble.

His body suddenly trembled, and his eyes stared at the figure from afar. He did not dare to blink, for fear that for a moment, he would never see it again.

"Qing, Qing Yue..."

More than every hallucination in a year, he dare not move, dare not blink, dare not get up, even dare not touch her cheek.

Even if he wanted to scratch his heart and lungs, and he wanted to stop breathing -

but he still dared not.

But this time, it seems different.

He vaguely heard the reply from the ear, "it's me, Feichen, I'm back."

Come back -

his eyes, which are very big because of their thin, stare at her, and when they see her, they really lift their steps, a little, slowly approach him.

All of a sudden, he stood up with a wooden chair and trapped a woman close to him in his arms.

Real, with a warm breath spray in the neck, he suddenly wanted to cry, pale finger back a little touch on her little face, start to be surprised, cold and bone piercing.

He hurriedly walked over, closed the door, blocked the door which was constantly pouring into the cold wind, and then turned around, suddenly his steps were hesitant.

"Green moon?"

The warmth around her made her numb consciousness slowly come back. She was slightly raised by the blue and purple lips, smiling quietly, "Feichen, I'm back, I'm really back."

She stretched out a hand from afar, with a smile in her eyes.

Feichen stares at the white and transparent little hand. He approaches step by step, raises his hand and slowly holds it.

Everything in front of him is real. It's not the vague figure in his illness. It's not that when he dreams back in the middle of the night, he lingers in his dream and can't see the people he can't touch. He closes his eyes gently, and suddenly a tear falls from the corner of his eyes.

"Qingyue, I miss you so much --"

in such a warm scene, Su Kui's eyes suddenly turn red. She stands on tiptoe, kisses the tears gently, climbs his thin shoulders, and looks deeply into his dark eyes. "So do I, thinking day and night, finally..."

The small hand was held by a big hand, and gradually turned into ten fingers, "are you still going?"

Su Kui shook his head and hugged him harder. He just wanted to cry, "no more, no more, we'll never be apart."

Feichen smiled slowly, and the gloom on his face suddenly disappeared, like melting ice and snow, with the original appearance.

"Even if you want to go, this time, I will never let go. Unless, I die -- "