"You can't stop it now," said the angel after a while, shaking his head, "You can't spoil the ball." ”

The black-haired boy's bewitching dark red eyes narrowed, the batwing behind him patted, and he sat down with his long legs crossed in mid-air, his slender fingers supporting his white chin, staring at the palace below, silently thinking.

The angel did not speak again.

Endure together.

When the ball had finally come to an end, the princess saluted the man briskly.

The other party hurriedly returned the salute.

Yu Chu finally got rid of the ball, smiled at him in a good mood, and then left with the maid.

The aristocrats talked enviously behind their backs.

Jason remembered that the spells on his body would all disappear after twelve o'clock, and although he still wanted to get along with the princess, he didn't dare to stay longer, so he hurriedly turned around and left in the envious eyes of everyone.

Yu Chu returned to the dormitory and waved off the maids.

She walked into the palace, took off her gown gloves, and walked towards her bedroom.

Pushing open the door, she was slightly stunned, and saw a slender young figure standing by the window.

Silver broken hair, a pair of huge white wings, some hanging low behind the boy.

Outside the lattice window was the moonlight like snow, reflecting on the front body, and his wings were particularly beautiful and holy, and his silver hair was like a soft moonlight.

When he heard the door knock, he turned his head.

The ice-blue eyes were silent.

"Samuel?" Yu Chu was a little surprised, put his gloves aside, and walked towards the young man.

The angel boy had been silently watching her approach.

Yu Chu stood on tiptoe, reached out and rubbed his silver hair, looking at the delicate face of ice and snow.

She noticed that the other party was depressed, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong Samuel?" ”

The young man looked at her quietly, then lowered his head in front of her, silently raised her hand and put it on his head, and he said sullenly: "I'm not happy." ”

The voice is soft, but the mood is sad.

Yu Chu was stunned, rubbed his broken hair easily, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"You're going to have a husband, aren't you?" The angel raised his eyes and asked cautiously.

Yu Chu seemed to understand the other party's emotions for a moment.

Well? It's like, the baby is worried that Ma Ma has a new husband and has a stepfather?!

She quickly grabbed the young man's white hand and whispered to him, "No, there will be no husband." ”

Angel's ice silver eyelashes moved slightly, his mood finally became a little clearer, and he asked in a low voice, "Really?" ”

"Really." Yu Chu pinched his fair face like when he was a child, and it was as tender and soft as the touch.

Samuel lowered her head, her white fingers took her hand, slowly interlocked her fingers, and her voice was a little inexplicably wronged, "I'm afraid." ”

Fear of being left behind, abandoned.

I would love to ask her not to have a husband.

But I'm worried that I'm too ignorant. Will this request be so vexatious?

How can an angel not know what is important?

The silver-haired boy lowered his eyelashes, looked at the interlocking fingers of the two, and the red lips slowly curled.

He said softly:

"I'm old enough to hold you."

Yu Chu was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, the young man in front of her bent out with a beautiful smile, her white wings spread, and she gently pulled it over, and the feathers hugged her whole.

The wings enclosed the quiet and white space, and from the perspective of the window, he only saw the silver-haired beautiful boy, and the beautiful and holy wings, he leaned down slightly, and his white fingers held up the girl's chin.