The figure of Hua Weiluo paused slightly, and looked up at Zhishan's face in disbelief. His eyes were still tightly closed, and his delicate eyebrows were tightly frowned even after he fainted.
With.
"Junior brother!!?" Hua Weiluo shouted in surprise, expecting a response from him, but there was still only silence.
Could it be...that the sound just now was her hallucination??
Hua Weiluo shook her head and stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face. Now was not the time to feel sorry for herself. As long as her junior brother could wake up and continue to call her Luo'er gently, she would be willing to do anything for her.
Zhishan felt that his body was gradually getting warmer. The feeling was as if a long, long time ago, before he became a demon, in a winter with heavy snowfall, he was shivering and hiding in the bushes.
When he thought he was about to freeze and die, a pair of warm hands gently held him in his arms, imparting warmth to him bit by bit.
Such memories have gradually become blurred over the course of thousands of years, but at this moment, he clearly remembered the scene in that winter and the face of the girl who gave him warmth.
Zhishan's pair of dark and deep eyes finally opened slowly, and the face in memory gradually overlapped with the alluring face in front of him. His thin lips moved slightly, and he said softly: "It's you...??"
"Little junior brother... you finally woke up..." Hua Weiluo lay on his body, looking at Zhishan who slowly opened his eyes, feeling a tearing pain somewhere in his body, coupled with the sudden feeling of peace of mind.
Emotionally, she couldn't hold back her tears after all, and fell down slowly.
"Luo'er... don't cry..." Zhishan moved slightly, and when he wanted to reach out to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, he realized that their two bodies were connected somewhere, and her tightness and
Warmth was tightly wrapped around his high spirits. Just a slight movement of his body made his body, which had regained consciousness, somewhat uncontrollable.
Hua Weiluo watched helplessly as Zhishan's face had just returned to normal, instantly becoming like a ripe apple, and the little remaining grievance in his heart suddenly disappeared.
"This..." Zhishan's deep eyes looked at Hua Weiluo in confusion, with a hint of regret in his voice, and whispered to her: "Luo'er...did I do this to you after I was unconscious?"
What shouldn’t be done…”
"..." Hua Weiluo looked at the distress and self-blame in his eyes, and finally couldn't help hugging him tightly, burying her head on his chest, and her warm tears instantly soaked his chest.
, "No, little junior brother, you didn't do anything...it was me...I..."
Hua Weiluo's voice was choked and speechless. Zhishan gently stretched out his hand and stroked the broken hair beside her ear. He vaguely remembered that before he fell into coma, he heard Zhifang's arrogant voice saying "Thousand Souls Powder"...
Could it be...
He finally understood the scene in front of him. He couldn't help but stretched out his arms and hugged her slender shoulders tightly, sighing: "Luo'er, why are you..."
"Well... don't move... it hurts..." Hua Weiluo felt that his body had finally returned to warmth, and a stone in her heart suddenly fell to the ground. However, it was the first time after all, and he just moved slightly and let her
