The two of them walked side by side deep into the woods, just walking quietly and in silence. Their feet stepped on the snow, making a "crunching" sound. Jiao Xiaoliu became very playful and stepped deeply on every step he took.
Going down, a series of footprints of different shades were left on the trail.
After a long time, Jiao Xiaoliu took a deep breath, seemed to have made some determination, and slowly broke the silence, "I'm tired, let's find a place to sit."
"Okay." Feng Qianchen's tone was full of endearment.
Jiao Xiaoliu looked around, "It seems that there is no place to sit." He stuck out his tongue, "Let's take a walk."
"Okay." Feng Qianchen wanted to say to Jiao Xiaoliu, "As long as you say it, as long as I can do it, everything is fine!" However, when it came to his lips, it turned into a simple word "good". Because he knew that she
Understand.
Jiao Xiaoliu smiled with satisfaction, "I think the greatest luck I have when I come to this place is meeting you. Thank you for everything you have done for me, thank you very much."
Feng Qianchen held Jiao Xiaoliu in his arms, "Fool, what are you talking about?"
Breaking free from Feng Qianchen's arms, Jiao Xiaoliu looked at him with bright eyes, "Actually...I..." Jiao Xiaoliu bit his lips, not knowing whether to continue talking.
Jiao Xiaoliu has been in this time and space for ten years. Although she does not care about worldly affairs in Shuiyun Palace, she also knows clearly that people have always stayed away from the theory of ghosts and gods. If her origin was known, they would probably treat her as a monster.
Let’s discuss it. It’s not that she doesn’t believe Feng Qianchen, she just can’t guarantee that Feng Qianchen will treat her as a monster if he knows the truth of the matter. After all, people’s words are scary.
Feng Qianchen knocked on Jiao Xiaoliu's head, "Fool, just say what you want to say. If you don't want to say it, don't say it."
After touching his beaten head, Jiao Xiaoliu pursed his lips and asked with an aggrieved look, "If, if I were not me, would you still be so kind to me?" After asking, his eyes remained unblinking.
Staring at Feng Qianchen.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... Silence... Jiao Xiaoliu's heart slowly sank. He stopped looking at Feng Qianchen and his head drooped. It's better to stop talking.
Feng Qianchen raised Jiao Xiaoliu's chin and looked at her. After a long while, he sighed slightly and said, "Jiao Xiaoliu, listen to me. No matter who you are or what your past has been, you are the one I recognize.
Princess. I have said this more than once, but you still don’t understand? You actually ask such an idiotic question."
Feng Qianchen originally wanted to be harsh on Jiao Xiaoliu, but when he saw Jiao Xiaoliu's face, half of his anger immediately disappeared, and finally turned into this pale explanation, telling her, "No matter what you are like, I will always
I love you, you are always my princess."
Jiao Xiaoliu laughed out loud, stretched out his hand to pinch Feng Qianchen's face, "You are so cute like this."
Feng Qianchen tilted his head and avoided Jiao Xiaoliu's claws. He held it in his hand and said, "You are not cute at all. Let's go back..."
"I still have something to say..." Jiao Xiaoliu followed Feng Qianchen's footsteps and kept mumbling.
Feng Qianchen rolled his eyes at Jiao Xiaoliu angrily, "We'll talk about it later. We have a long time to come. Now, your hands are more important." He quickened his pace.
Hand? Only then did Jiao Xiaoliu realize that the blood on the injured palm had seeped into the gauze. It should have been split during the fight with the Ghost-faced Man just now.
Jiao Xiaoliu felt depressed for a while, and from now on, she would never act out of anger again. But she forgot that there is a saying that states are easy to change, but nature is hard to change.
