Su Jingqian looked at the man who had made stern remarks to him yesterday and suddenly ran towards him. To him, it was as if the sky suddenly broke and spring melted into snow. She stepped on the scattered jade, and her skirts fluttered like flowers. Wherever she passed, it seemed like clusters of flowers were blooming one after another, and they were full of fragrance.
In an instant, I felt that the years were passing by, very much like those days.
The bone umbrella slipped from his palm. Su Jingqian almost didn't think about it, and instinctively stretched out his arms to catch her tightly, but when he saw the red mark stirred up a cloud of smoke and snow, she fell into his arms.
But her collision seemed to hit a corner deep in his heart, making his heart tremble uncontrollably.
The rapid breathing of the person in his arms lingered in his ears, pulling Su Jingqian out of his momentary trance. The soft hair on her forehead gently brushed against his chin, and the momentary itching sensation was like a pebble thrown into a flat lake. With a "bang" sound, his usually calm eyes were disturbed. Wisps of emotion surged from the bottom of his eyes, as if something was about to gush out from the depths of his pupils.
After a long time, until Su Jingqian tried his best to suppress the desire to hold her tightly in his arms, he released his arms behind her and sighed softly: "Running so fast, Not afraid of falling."
His voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of helplessness in his tone. But when it fell in Lin Wanwan's ears, it was like a light cage of mist and rain, conveying a gentleness that was difficult for others to detect.
Lin Wanwan didn't speak, she just hugged his thin waist tightly, her ear pressed against his slightly rising chest, and she could clearly feel the powerful trembling of his heartbeat, which beat faster every time. And her heart seemed to be trembling and beating with this rhythm, as if they had all the emotions of the past years intertwined together, and they would rush out of her chest together in the next moment.
The longing in Lin Wanwan's heart that was so strong that she had no place to vent, was finally relieved at this moment.
Seeing that she was still burying her head in his arms and refusing to speak, Su Jingqian lowered his eyes slightly. Under the snow-colored sky, his eyes looked extremely complicated. There seemed to be something surging deep in his eyes, and there seemed to be something. Silence flashed across his eyes, and in an instant, he disappeared without a trace.
Immediately, his tone changed, and there was suddenly a hint of joking in his tone: "I didn't know that you missed me so much, and you hugged me so tightly after not seeing me for a day."
He chuckled and teased, his voice returned to its usual laziness, and his words also contained his usual playful tone.
But Lin Wanwan turned a deaf ear.
She smelled the scent of white sandalwood on his body and gently closed her eyes. Even though he had a fragrant scent, she still smelled a faint smell of blood.
Only then did she understand why she had never smelled the scent of thuja from him again, and why he had used rich white sandalwood to cover up the original scent of thuja.
The incense of white sandalwood calms the resentful soul, burns evil obstacles, and suppresses thoughts of killing. Only in this way can the smell of blood and medicine on his body be covered up.
The memory of her past left Lin Wanwan in mourning, as if a sharp weapon had stabbed her heart. The pain spread from her neck to the back of her head in an instant. She tried her best to suppress the heat in her eyes, but she felt the pain and sourness in her heart kept rising up, and finally it was all blocked in her throat.
She didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't dare to delve deeper into it, how he had been able to calmly face the joys and sorrows of the world all these years.
Su Jingqian soon noticed the strangeness in her mood. He couldn't help but lower his eyes and saw her long and thick eyelashes like two small fans, covering her eyes and fluttering slightly. Her eyelashes were covered with snow, and there were tears. Wet eyes.
His pupils trembled suddenly, and there seemed to be some kind of emotion welling up from the depths of his eyes, so intense that it was almost eye-catching.
Even though he had always seen things clearly, he was a little unsure at this moment why the crystals hanging on her eyelashes were there. Was it because he was worried about learning about her injury from Luo Huaizhou, or was she suffering from injuries in the palace? What grievance?
His heart tightened for a while, and when he glanced at the dark red behind her cloak, his eyes suddenly darkened and his face suddenly darkened.
"Did the Queen Mother torture you?"
His tone was not serious, but his voice was obviously a little deeper, as if there was a silent undercurrent slowly surging.
Lin Wanwan shook her head, tried her best to contain the sourness in her heart, and replied to him in a brisk tone: "Thanks to Manzi coming in time this time, she not only bribed the palace officials who performed the execution, but also argued for us in front of the Queen Mother. So it didn’t really hurt me.”
The tacit understanding between Lin Wanwan and Su Jingqian has always been like this. Even if they don't say something explicitly, they both know that the other party knows it. Therefore, Lin Wanwan had no intention of hiding the punishment from him, and she knew that she could not hide it from him. However, she did not want to cause a rift between Su Jin and Luo Huaizhou because of the Queen Mother, otherwise it would most likely become a trigger in the future. , leaving no room for change between them.
Su Jingqian frowned and stared at her slightly trembling eyelids, obviously aware of her deliberate concealment.
Just as she thought, why didn't he understand what she was thinking at the moment? His heart softened, and he gently raised his hand, trying to wipe away the glistening corners of her eyes, but his hand stayed in the air for a moment, and finally fell on her waterfall of green hair.
He gently stroked her hair and whispered in a coaxing tone: "I have made the little fool suffer. Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Lin Wanwan still shook her head.
Even though the wound on her back had already opened again during the wild run, she didn't feel any pain at this moment.
To her, Su Jingqian's low and gentle voice was far better than the curling sound played by the Phoenix Guan Luansheng. It seemed that just one word could calm her mind and forget her pain.
Lin Wanwan was immersed in the warmth of this moment, but she never noticed the undercurrent in Su Jingqian's eyes.
Su Jingqian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of the palace in the distance, his eyes as deep as a cold pool suddenly filled with cold murderous intent.
Frost and snow hung on the branches nearby, like blooming clusters of silver chrysanthemums. When the early wind blew, snow particles and ice crystals fell from the branches like flying flowers.
The two of them stood quietly in the wind and snow with their own thoughts in mind. Lin Wanwan leaned on his warm chest, while Su Jingqian used his hands as an umbrella to block the flying snow above her head.
The light gradually moved away, and I don't know how long it took. It was not until Lin Wanwan had settled down the emotions in her heart that she slowly raised her head and looked up at him.
She saw Su Jingqian's charming face so close at hand. There was a thin layer of frost on the long crow-green eyelashes, and there seemed to be a layer of mist under the eyes, which made her unable to see clearly, but in her eyes The moment he raised his eyes, he still caught a touch of tenderness that had not yet had time to dissipate.
Her heart moved, and the next moment, her crystal clear fingertips gently touched his eyes, brushing away the frost on his long eyelashes bit by bit.
The warmth of your fingertips falls on the cold frost flowers, melting into a warm current. The flying snow was still falling endlessly, and what responded to it was the mighty wind swirling around the treetops.
