Then he didn't have to say a word to lead the way, he had already walked through the corridor and went straight to the non-dust study.

At this time, he should have already gotten up and read in the study, right?

The carved wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and a cold wind swept through the snowflakes. Fei Chen's head was not raised, his pale and emaciated cheeks were sunken, and the expression between his eyebrows became more and more cold, as if as long as he didn't pay attention, he could turn into a gust of wind, and the snow outside would be blown away.

Outside the door, the cold wind was still blowing in, whirling into the collar, and a layer of cold particles grew on the skin.

Feichen's fingertips moved slightly, and he looked up from afar as he seemed to feel.

Just one glance –

The book in his hand fell to the ground, and he didn't care about picking it up, so he just sat on the pear blossom wooden chair in a daze, looking at the woman wrapped in the cold wind in a trance.

The black hair is like satin, the eyelashes are long, and the pale and delicate little face coincides with the appearance in the memory, but it seems to have been reduced a lot, and the small jaw tip makes people tremble.

His body trembled suddenly, and his eyes stared at the figure from afar, not daring to blink at all, for fear that for a moment, he would never see it again.

"Ao, Moon......"

More real than every hallucination in a year, he didn't dare to move, not blink, not get up, not even touch her cheek.

Even if he was scratching his heart and lungs when he wanted to, he was about to stop breathing—

But he still didn't dare.

But this time, it seems that something is different.

He heard a gently rippling answer in his ears, "It's me, Feichen, I'm back." ”

It's back—

His eyes, which were unusually large because of his thinness, stared at her in a daze, and when he saw that she really took a step, little by little, slowly approaching him.

Suddenly, he stood up on the wooden chair, and the woman who was close to him was trapped in his arms.

The real, warm exhalation sprayed on his neck, and he suddenly wanted to cry, and the back of his pale fingers caressed her little face little by little, and he was shocked when he started it, cold and piercing.

He hurriedly walked over, closed the door, blocked the door that was constantly pouring in the cold wind, and then turned back, suddenly hesitating.

"Qingyue?"

The warmth around her made her numb consciousness slowly return, her lips that were bruised by the cold were slightly hooked, and her smile was quiet, "Feichen, I'm back, I'm really back." ”

She stretched out a hand and smiled.

Feichen stared at the white and transparent little hand, approached step by step, raised his hand, and slowly held it.

Everything in front of him was real, not the vague figure in his illness, not the person who wandered in the dream at midnight, who could not be seen and touched, he closed his eyes gently, and a tear suddenly fell from the corner of his eye.

"Qingyue, I miss you so much-"

Such a warm scene, Su Kui's eyes suddenly turned red, she stood on tiptoe, gently kissed away the tears, climbed his thin and almost out of shape shoulders, and looked deeply into his dark eyes, "Me too, I thought about it day and night, and finally ......"

The small hand was held by a big hand, and gradually turned into ten fingers interlocked, "Are you still leaving?" ”

Su Kui shook his head, hugged him harder, and just wanted to cry in distress, "Don't go, never go again, we will never be separated for the rest of our lives." ”

Feichen smiled slowly, and the gloom on his face dissipated in an instant, like ice and snow melting, and had its original appearance.

"Even if you want to leave, this time, I will never let go. Unless, I'm dead—"

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