In the entire time and space, only that holy and dazzling angel is real!
And that holy angel is Han Yi'er!
The way she opened her arms and the scattered snowflakes on her body looked like an angel flying with wings, making people unable to take their eyes away...
Yun Aotian was deeply attracted, and the standing steps slowly approached behind her, for fear of breaking the beautiful scenery...
It's only half a meter away, why does it feel so far away?
He opened his arms and slowly hugged her from behind. If he hugged her hard, he would frighten the angel...
The wind and snow became more and more fierce, and the dark night sky was illuminated by the white ground.
In the quiet garden, the man hugging the holy angel is so poignant and touching...
It even overshadowed the beautiful scenery covered with silver...
The man's body was slowly covered with a thin layer of snow, but he still refused to let go. To be precise, he did not dare to let go, for fear that if his arms were slightly loosened, the holy angel would gradually go away, until
disappeared from his sight...
The aloof angel slowly lowered his head and looked at the arms hugging him. His cold and heartless heart seemed to be gradually influenced by these powerful arms. The luster of his eyes gradually recovered after breaking through the obstacles of darkness, leaving an empty space.
My heart is slowly filled...
Did the man influence the angel? Or did the angel teach the man?
This is a fairy tale, a fairy tale in real society, but at that moment, the sad and beautiful fairy tale also has an ending...
The violent snowstorm suddenly stopped, Yun Aotian's intoxicated heart returned to reality, and Han Yi'er's influenced heart gradually closed.
The two of them never exchanged a word, just stood quietly until Yun Aotian retracted his arm...
It shows her delicate back, her hair has turned white, and the big hand she raised tried to wipe away the snow on her body but took it back...
Looking at the white coat in his hand, he wanted to give her a piece of clothing, but unexpectedly he couldn't help but hug her into his arms.
Can't you help but care about her condition?
How many times have you been unable to control your feelings? To be more precise, is it that your feelings have become uncontrollable?
Putting the white coat gently on her body, Yun Aotian left that fascinating place without leaving a word.
The moment he turned around and returned to the villa, his eyes that turned from cold to hot could not help but peek at her again...
A true gentleman has no regrets, and there is no one who sells regret medicine in this world.
So what should a person do when he makes a mistake?
Make up for it? How to make up for it?
Yun Aotian's sanity had actually been pulled back when Han Yi'er slapped her face, otherwise his raised hand wouldn't have stayed in mid-air, reluctant to fall down for a long time...
People who are cold on the outside and hot on the inside will never be understood.
He listened to her every word with that speechless look, and used that devilish look to stabilize her position in the family, just to make up for her past mistakes, and to seek a better future so that she could live a comfortable life.
But he hated her stubbornness so much that he wanted to get rid of it! Then he had to ask her to ask for help from her servants.
Thinking about the lavender seeds?
Waiting for the bud of love to be planted by her, then let her personally dig out the unfinished love, but...
The tiny flower seeds have not yet been removed. Perhaps in early spring, or even in the short term, a brand new flower of love will sprout from the ground. By then, how many will be happy and how many will be sad?
The door of the villa slowly closed, and the blazing sight that could not leave her figure for a long time was also closed within the two officially opened "doors"...