When its claws stretched out for the third time, the wonderful human suddenly opened its eyes and looked blankly at the furry claw... Tiger? Bear?
I don’t know how to be afraid, as if I had just been disturbed from my dream, I stretched my waist and could continue to lie in the warm quilt and continue to recover. [】
However, the warm feeling soon disappeared because a blood mark was caught on his face, and the scorching pain. The little squirrel opened his eyes and met her gaze, without any intention of escaping, and was still curious to look at her, with her eyelids almost touching.
To her slender eyelashes.
Just like in a long dream, she stretched out her hand and subconsciously hugged the squirrel, like hugging a little child, like the child she hugged in her dream countless times - Yuan Yi, Yuan
one!
All tragedies begin with the loss of Yuanyi.
However, when his hand touched a ball of emptiness, he heard a squeak, and the squirrel jumped up cleverly, wielding his big furry tail and jumped away immediately.
Shui Lian stretched out her hand again, and the squirrel had already run away. Her eyes followed her and saw a big tree covered with lush ice in front. In the snow-white world, her furry claws touched the falling snow and revealed a small one.
The small hole was just enough to allow it to hide in cleverly, hold up a handful of pine nuts, and enjoy the dried food it has reserved for the winter...
All the dreams disappeared, the palace, stove, fragrant pastries, and warm room in the courtyard... Only the bloody marks dug out by squirrels on their cheeks were reminding themselves hotly: Shuilian, you are the only one!
At this moment, you are lying in the snow and ice, with no home, no direction, no place to go...
But there is someone waiting for you.
The man who was used by you, deceived by you, and sacrificed by you, is still waiting for you stupidly.
"Prince Three...Prince Three... Are you really waiting for me?? Did you ask this squirrel to wake me up?"
Shui Lian sat up, her waist was so painful that she could hardly support the heavy head.
Fortunately, the thick cloak and the finest ferret fluff made her go through such a long journey in the snow and ice, but she never died.
A wailing sound from the horse came from beside her. She turned around and saw the poor animal holding her neck and her long mane being blown up by the wind. It could not resist the cold, and she extremely hoped to find a warm place as soon as possible.