When Luo Xing'er woke up, she opened her eyes and found a snow-white gauze tent.
Simple and elegant, not the gorgeous golden silk embroidered curtain in the prime minister's mansion.
She got up in confusion, felt a thrilling head, and experienced a big dream. Even when she woke up, she still felt the illusion that she didn't know if it was a dream in a dream.
Her face was particularly pale and her eyes were dull, but she heard the sound of birds singing outside the window, and the happy laughter of children. She was moving like a silver bell, full of the vitality and color of life.
This sound was like a breeze, blowing away the melancholy in her heart.
Luo Xing'er climbed down from □ and saw that she was in a small room, simple and natural furniture, although simple but full of vitality, with hanging birds and radishes by the window, jasper-like tender leaves, curly vines.
, happily climbed on the fence on the window.
There is a small stove on one side of the bed, with a slight red light, and the heating floats out from it, making the whole room look extremely warm.
A bottle of purple water lilies is placed on the simple table, and dewdrops are still hanging on the dark purple petals. It looks quite fresh and should be picked not long after. This is a variety that can also be opened in winter, with a light fragrance and a charming mystery.
Purple makes people feel very happy.
Although such a small house, it can create a safe and comfortable feeling without any pressure, just like the feeling of home.
Luo Xing'er gently pushed open the door and saw a beautiful courtyard in front of her, with many flowers and trees planted, and never falling leaves in autumn and winter.
In the courtyard, a man in white sat on the stone pier, his white clothes were covered with the ground, and his black hair dyed with morning light and showed a beautiful luster, which was as elegant as an immortal.
He patiently guided a young girl to practice spiritual power.
With a whoosh, the little girl in her tender green clothes pointed out her little hand, and a spiritual energy rushed out at her fingertips, hitting a flower stem not far away, cutting off a bright red rose.
"Haha, I succeeded, and finally I can pick flowers with my spiritual power."
The little girl excitedly picked up the roses landing on the ground and gave them to the man in white like a gift. Her delicate voice was worried.
"The adoptive father gave it to his godmother, and she would wake up, and girls like flowers."
The man in white stroked the delicate rose with his pale fingers, lowered his head, remained silent, and his straight back actually felt a hint of sadness.
Luo Xing'er looked at them from afar and suddenly became confused. She felt that her empty figure coincided with the white-clothed god in her dream.
I hurriedly shook my head. It was impossible. If it were Ji Fan, I would probably hate him to the core.
She hurt him so cruelly again and again. How could he still get along with him so peacefully and save himself? No man with dignity could do this, let alone he is still a god.
"Cough cough..." Luo Xing'er pretended to cough twice, attracting their attention. Sure enough, both big and small looked at each other.
Bing'er cheered and ran over like a bird, holding her sleeve with her little hands.
"Godmother, you finally woke up. You have been sleeping for two days. I still didn't wake up. I'm really worried that you won't wake up like your mother." Tears flashed in the big eyes, and he looked like he was about to cry.
Look.
"How could it be? I was just too tired and I slept for a long time. I saw that I was awake." Luo Xing'er picked her up and walked to Xuwu.
Xu Wu glanced at her indifferently, turned his fingers, and the flowers in his hand shot out, gently inserted them on Luo Xing'er's temples.
The beautiful rose was inserted on the edge of her black temples, which was particularly charming and charming, and her pale face also showed a blush, which was a little unnatural.