Yunzheng was wearing a snow-colored cloak, and she was floating like a ghost as she walked slowly in the night. She stepped on ice under her feet, slipped, and fell heavily to the ground.
She climbed up with difficulty, with a bit of despair in her eyes.
The tears rolled down again and condensed into frost, making her face feel cold.
She knew that even if she had too much in her heart that she couldn't let go, after tonight, he and she would only be strangers; after tonight, even if he came to her again, she would not see him again.
She stood up slowly holding on to the wooden railing, but her heart was already firm. Her eyelashes lightly covered her eyes, and a snowflake fell on them, which soon turned into water, and the snow water flowed from her eyes.
On the face, it becomes even colder.
Yunzheng let out a soft breath and smiled softly into the vast night. The night was too dark, the sky was cold, and the surroundings were silent. Her smile was a bit abrupt, revealing a deep sadness and helplessness.
The road leading to the wing was not too far, but as she walked there, she felt that the road seemed to have no end.
But there is an end to the road that has no end. Yunzheng stood in front of Ye Wuchen's guest room, her eyebrows lowered, and there was a trace of hesitation in her eyes, but she bit her lip heavily and pushed the door open.
The room was dark, and the vast white snow piled up in front of the window lattice seemed a bit cold. The light had seemed very bright when she came here before, but now, she felt that everything around her was black.
The room was very quiet. Yunzheng could hear her own violent heartbeat. In addition, she also heard Ye Wuchen's breathing. His breathing was heavy, somewhat rapid, and occasionally mixed with unbearable breaths.
Sound of pain.
She bit her lip again and walked in slowly.
Even though she was still far away, Yunzheng could still hear the heat radiating from his body. Her face turned red, and she suddenly felt that what she was doing at this time was actually not much better than Yun Luo.
She thought of Yun Luo, and felt a little worried. Although Yun Qian said that Yun Luo was no longer here, she was still afraid that Yun Luo was also in the house. She would not be able to cope with such a scene, so she called out softly: "Si.
Sister, are you there?"
There was silence all around, and no one answered her words.
The north wind blew, bringing a hint of coldness straight to her neck.
She let out an almost inaudible sigh, maybe this was the fate Yun Qian was talking about, and turned around to close the door.
Yunzheng walked slowly towards the bedside, but before she sat down on the bedside, a pair of hands had already hugged her, and those hands held her tightly with blazing warmth.
She couldn't help being startled and let out a soft cry, but Ye Wuchen's extremely low and hoarse voice came to her ears: "Yun Zheng?"
Ye Wuchen was actually a little confused earlier. After drinking so much medicine, he could no longer bear it. His body had already reached the limit of what he could bear. When Yunzheng just opened the door and came in, there was a gust of cool wind.
The wind blew in through the crack in the door, and the wind just hit his face, making him sober up a little.
So he heard Yunzheng's soft call and used all his strength to hug her.
Ye Wuchen hugged Yunzheng down on the bed, and his body pressed hard towards her. She only felt a weight on her body and let out a light snort. At this moment, that sound became a big deal to Ye Wuchen.