The widow is a curse

Chapter 9

The moonlight reflects the snow.

The night in the back mountain is not gloomy.

On the snowy ground, stood a purple-clothed youth impressively.

With Bei Gonghan's eyesight, he could clearly see a snowflake on the opponent's eyelashes, slowly melting into crystal water drops.

His gaze passed over the other party's eyes that were brighter than cold stars, and deeper than Midnight Youtan.

Even Bei Gonghan's gaze couldn't help but pause slightly.

His face was as delicate as a god's hand, and his temperament was as imposing as a proud emperor.

There is a hint of snow on the deep purple cloak, as if waving a layer of faint light.

Although the other party is just a 15-year-old boy.

Bei Gonghan couldn't help but think of her father.

Under the paintbrush of the mother, the father and the king are so free from dust!
When Bei Gonghan was examining the other party, the other party was also observing her.

Standing barefoot on the snow, Bei Gonghan only wore long and thick black hair.

The skin that soaked in the hot spring was dyed a light pink.

After washing off the bloodstains, she was a little less hostile.

It's like an ice and snow elf between heaven and earth.

Noticed that the spring water had condensed into ice on the tip of her hair.

The purple-clothed boy raised his hand and took off the cloak in his hand, and stretched his arms over her back.

In the always cold eyes, there was a rare flash of tenderness.

Carefully pulled up the hood of the cloak to protect her wet little head.

Kneeling down to cover her with the cloak, he actually stood up and hugged her across his chest.

"Where is home, I'll take you back!"

Bei Gonghan has always let him do what he does.

It's nothing else, just because he resembles her father.

Before she was reborn, her father had passed away before she was born.

In this life, it is still the case.

Whether it was her who was Mo Bei before, or Bei Gonghan now.

I have never enjoyed the warmth of my father's embrace!
The warm breath on the cloak gave her an instinctive attachment.

Looking up at the purple-clothed boy, Bei Gonghan got his palm out of the cloak, pointed in a direction, and looked at his face.

"You still have not answered my question!"

The purple-clothed boy looked down at Bei Gonghan, and stuffed her small hand back into the cloak.

Only then did he spit out four words lightly.

"Duanmu Yaoyang!"

(End of this chapter)