Winter in the north is always like this. When it doesn't snow, there will be layers of white mist, making it impossible to see who is who within one meter.
This winter seems to be passing very slowly. Even when the slow witch is sitting by the window and warming wine, she feels like time has stopped.
She was wrapped in a thick blanket and wrapped in a fluffy fur coat as if she was afraid of the cold. Only her face and a pair of lazy eyes were exposed. Her skin was as white as snow. Her long curly chestnut hair had no wooden hairpin.
The restraints were casually spread behind him, as sleepy as a pure-blooded cat.
"Mammy, mammy..." Someone shook her awake, with a strong scent of rouge: "Master Luo is here, in the hall."
The demon girl opened her eyes and planned to get up.
The man added: "There are many people coming, who should we send to accompany them?"
The Demon Lady sat back and smiled softly: "Whoever wants it can be let in."
The girl smiled happily and responded with a crisp response: "Yes." Then she trotted out.
The demon girl reached out and poured a cup of hot wine and drank it in her mouth. It finally warmed her body a little, but she was obviously a little absent-minded.
Looking down from this side of the window, you can just see the bustling hall.
That person will always be the star among the stars, he likes to live a life of wanton indulgence, and he is very dazzling...
The demon girl lowered her eyes and smiled, swallowing the wine in her mouth, feeling a little bitter.
She used to think that she was different in his heart.
At least they are good friends regardless of gender?
But the facts proved that she still overestimated herself.
She is no longer the arrogant young lady of the Demon family who is sought after by everyone.
She can't go back.
None of them can go back.
It's just that she changed.
And those people only liked her as she was before.
It's not like she didn't put her heart in front of him, but the result was not satisfactory.
Not only can he have her, but he can also find many people like her.
Sometimes, she always thinks that it would be great if someone could marry her. She wants to have a family...
It's just that things are unpredictable.
When she was poor, she thought about how to make money.
Now that she has money, she wants to take revenge.
She will not tell anyone that her ultimate purpose of opening a brothel is revenge.
Those officials never understood until their death how they were pulled down by her.
Qu Luo should have known this for a long time.
hehe.
So what.
She never had the ability to become a composer.
Or maybe her reason told her that she couldn't become a composer.
Forget it.
Forget it really.
The people who killed my grandfather are all dead.
She won't live long either.
As long as they don't mess with her, that's all.
She is tired...
The demon girl slowly closed her eyes, her throat hurt from coughing, she took another sip of sake, and sat there with a relaxed expression, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
The door was pushed open again, and the smell of alcohol hit her face, causing her to turn her head subconsciously.
It was Qu Luo. He hugged her from behind. There was a child's grievance in his expression: "Why don't you come down and see me?"
The demon girl was stunned. She thought that no one in the world could resist this young master's complaints. He was really good-looking. She couldn't help but reached out and touched his head: "I'm a little tired today."
"Really..." He looked at her and suddenly laughed coldly, with an indescribable loneliness in that smile...