Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 815 I Believe You 1
The world is white, and there is still heavy snow falling in the sky. The whole world turns into a snow white, and only the low houses in front of the mountain stream can be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, the door of the room covered by a night of heavy snow was pushed open from the inside, and the snow fell from the wall and the door with a thunderbolt, and landed on the face and body of the woman wrapped in pink padded clothes. The mask on his face fell off.

But she didn't care, she just ran forward, staggering, it snowed all night, it was too difficult to walk, she fell and got up again, letting the heavy snow fall on her body.

The mask is covering a beautiful little face, only a faint scar can be seen faintly, on this beautiful face, if you don't look carefully, the scar will never be found , but she wore an ugly mask.

The woman walked for a while, but couldn't move anymore. She raised her head and looked up at the sky with her chin raised. The snow fell on her face, and even in her eyes, the beautiful little face made people feel pity the pain,

She tightly held the paper in her hand, almost crushing it to pieces.

Tears kept gushing out and condensed into frost in the cold world, leaving two long gullies. The goose feather snow fell on her body and soon covered her whole body.
She was cold, it was as cold as falling into an ice cave, she was in pain, her face was hurting, her heart was hurting, her whole body was hurting, she was clenching her teeth tightly, her eyes were white and she couldn't see clearly,

She looked into the distance weakly, let go of her hand, and then heard a bang, and she was lying on the ground in the icy snow, a foot of snow buried her deeply,
She just lay on her stomach like that, letting the coldness punish herself, until it was so cold that she lost herself.

Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually darkened.

In the distance, a purple figure galloped towards him, with dark hair leaving a strong stroke in the white world, with an elegant and noble posture, as fast as a cheetah, like a frightened bird, flying past, and landed on the woman very quickly. around.

He bent down quickly, picked up the woman who was lying on the ground, and hugged her in his arms, his slender and cold fingers tightly strangled the woman's waist, with a kind of anger that wanted to dig into the flesh and blood, "Nangong Yuluan, you are you crazy?"

Nangong Yuluan (Princess Luan) slightly raised her eyelids and glanced at the man in purple. She had fainted a long time ago, but was shaken awake by this man. She sneered and sarcastically said in a low voice, "Sheng Yi! Get out!"

Dressed in purple, with infinite brilliance and prosperity, her eyes suddenly became cloudy. When she called his name, it was full of sarcasm and contempt, even colder than that rolled word. She hated him so much, hated him so much, even if he bothered to find him. It took her a year to find it, but she couldn't let her forget those resentments!
With a glint in Sheng Yi's eyes, he pulled the black cloak behind him with his left hand, pulled it violently to one side, then retracted it in a half circle, and clasped it tightly on Nangong Yuluan in front of him, wrapping her tightly .

Nangong Yuluan did not resist, because she was powerless to resist, she just opened a pair of large and delicate pupils, coldly looking at the black satin covering the top of her head, the dark color blocked the dazzling white light, the darkness made her heart more pain.

Master, gone, because of her broken arms, unable to take care of her master, in this cold winter day, the snowy winter day, left.

She hated herself for not noticing the strangeness of the master, and she hated herself even more for why she had to restore her appearance, and why she had to let the master know her identity.

Even more ruthless, why did this person come to her so that she could not take care of the master? How could he survive in this weather.

(End of this chapter)