It is said that he had a sweetheart during his lifetime, but he had no heirs.
If he really had a sweetheart, he would never have imagined that the ghost after his death would fall in love with Feng Jingyun.
Overall, Yun has a baby, and although he is disappointed that the baby is not his, he is still very happy.
He didn't even dare to... fantasize about having something with her.
She was really too tired. Feng Jingyun was so sleepy. Seeing Murong Che's clear eyes, she said uneasily, "You don't want to see Jun Youqi, and don't be found by him. He's the kind of person who can't even say anything in his mouth."
Even if he loves me, he can hurt me like this. For his friends...he can definitely be...unconscionable."
"I have also thought about this possibility." He said, "I will take it to heart." But he really didn't want Jun Youqi to kill him, because he had a feeling in the dark that he must have been Jun You when he was alive.
Qi is a close friend.
"That's good." She closed her eyes.
The sound of even breathing came, and he looked over with quiet eyes. She fell asleep so quickly. She must be really tired.
Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly like butterfly wings, and the red lips under the straight bridge of her nose were not as rosy as usual. Probably due to poisoning, her entire complexion was slightly pale, making her look particularly weak and excited.
His peaceful heart was full of protective desire.
Transparent and slender fingers stroked her waterfall-like hair on the pillow. Her hair was so soft, so delicate, smoother than the best silk.
When she fell asleep, she didn't have her usual coldness, nor that sense of alienation that made people feel so far away. Instead, she especially made him want to get close to her.
The more I look at her, the more infinitely attractive I feel.
His heart skipped a beat.
His heart, which was as quiet as water, suddenly began to beat.
Focusing on her beautiful sleeping face, he unknowingly leaned forward and wanted to kiss her tender lips. When he was about to touch her lips, there was only a thin piece of paper between them, and he felt her warm breath.
The slight warmth sprayed between his nose and lips made him regain his senses.
He sat up straight in shame, raised his hand to touch his chest and heart,
His heart was beating very fast, but it was a pity that he had no physical body. His heartbeat was beating, but there was no sound that his atrium should have.
The rain was pouring down outside the window, and it was already completely dark before evening.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he couldn't help but reach out to touch her fair and flawless face, but finally froze his hand, stood up and floated to the window, trying to stay as far away from her as possible.
Yin and Yang are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, ghosts are yin things, and if the yang energy is strong, the ghosts will retreat.
She is injured and her yang energy is weak. If he stays close to her for a long time, the ghost's yin energy will be too strong. It will cause her aura to become strong and weak, causing her to be plagued by bad luck at worst, lingering on her sick bed, or even death...
If it was for her own good, he should leave.
But he was too nostalgic and admiring for her and didn't want to leave.
Of course, even if she leaves, it won't be now or the time when she gets hurt. As long as she needs him, he is still conscious and will definitely protect her.
Even if she gets better, he still won't leave even if he knows that staying here will harm her.
Call him shameless.
He really just wanted to protect her silently.
Regardless of his identity in life, he is now a ghost, with nothing, even his memory, only two thin fragments. And he wants nothing, she...
It's everything to him.
The transparent ghost floats by the window, and the long transparent ghost shadow waits quietly.
