Looking at the figure curled up in the distance, I wanted to go forward, but I could only hold it back and watch her from sob to crying, crying like a child.

How long did she cry and how long did he watch.

She left, but he was still standing there, looking at the bracelet on his wrist, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

After a while, he finally moved and slowly let go of his sleeves that were clenched and almost pleated.

...

Gu Xijiu did not leave the Lanfeng Continent. She found a side palace and covered her head and then fell asleep.

The side palace is a very deserted place, similar to the cold palace. There may not be anyone who comes for several years, but no one will disturb her sleeping here.

The side hall had only a cold shell bed, with no quilt on it, and even a layer of dust on it.

At this time, she didn't care about these things and just slept in the face.

The climate on the Lanfeng Continent is relatively cold, and this side hall is even more cold, with a temperature of three or four degrees.

Her body's instinct is still there. She probably felt cold when she fell asleep. She curled her body into a ball and hugged herself tightly.

She was too sad, her head was heavy and her sleep was not stable.

When her consciousness was drowsy, she heard a sigh, the sound was vague and like a dream, with unresolved sorrow.

The wrists that had been hot suddenly felt a little cool. The coolness gradually melted away on their wrists, and another spiritual power seemed to pour in their body, wandering along her limbs and bones. Her blood was originally a little backflowing, making the tendons and veins all over her body seem to be clamoring for pain, but this spiritual power was like a breeze passing through, cleaning the whole body, soothing the countercurrent blood again, and not even feeling the cold...

In a daze, she seemed to be being held in her arms. The warmth of her arms was like the embrace of a mother when she was a child, which could support the entire sky for her children...

I don’t know how long it took, but when Gu Xijiu woke up again, she found herself in the side hall, wrapped in a quilt, and the skylight outside shone through the window lattice.

It's a new day, a new morning.

She looked at the sky outside for a long time, then her eyes fell on the quilt and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Who covered her with a quilt?

I remembered the scene of the dream just now. She froze. Was he here? Or was she dreaming?

She lowered her eyes and looked at her wrist. Yesterday, because she kept stroking the bracelet, her wrist was so red and swollen. Now her wrist has swelled up, and it is still white, like a jade lotus root.

There was a rustling sound outside, and then the door was pushed open, and Lan Yaoguang's handsome face came in: "Sister, you finally woke up! You slept for two days!"

Gu Xijiu: "..."

She looked at the quilt on her body: "Did you cover this quilt for me?"

Lan Yaoguang coughed: "I'm afraid that you will get frozen here, sister, and I dare not move you to other places, so I took a quilt over..." He looked at her eyes again and asked carefully: "Sister, are you okay?"

Gu Xijiu looked at him steadily, looking at Lan Yaoguang a little furious: "Sister?"

"Are you so sure I am your sister?" Gu Xijiu asked in a hoarse voice.

"Of course! You can't be wrong! You have the aura of my sister, and you actually recognized us, but... it was just a small accident that made you forget us."

Gu Xijiu lowered her eyes slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

She has a cold and cold breath that is not close to anyone, especially after she wakes up this time, the breath is even stronger.
Chapter completed!