Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

 One word, just one word, and she smiled.

 Without regret, she smiled lightly, leaned on his shoulder, and said no more words.

 She fell asleep, as if asleep, with a faint smile on her face.

　　　It seemed like I was having some kind of sweet dream—a dream that was so beautiful and happy that I didn’t want to wake up.

She was silent, just like she had fallen asleep thousands of times before, sleeping obediently and quietly relying on his arms.

The cold and biting hand on her leg lost strength and suddenly fell down.

He grabbed her hand, held it tightly, and slowly placed her hand on his cheek, wanting her to touch him and letting his body temperature warm her.

only…

 Everything seems to be of no use.

 She fell asleep...probably too tired.

He knew that she had always been a lazy girl who loved to be sleepy and sleep in. She was also very bad and would secretly pretend to be asleep and then scare him, hoping to see his reaction.

  She has always been like this, bad and naughty. Even if she is taught a lesson by him, it is of no use. She always likes this.

 The bad girl...probably wanted to scare him again this time, wanted to see his reaction, wanted to tease him in a bad way, and see how panicked he looked.

Jun Jiu Ge hugged her tightly, his eyes were red, he was working hard, and he was pulling the corners of his mouth.

Gently touching her head and rubbing her ears, he spoke with restraint and trembling, kissed her on the cheek.

 “Si Si…Si Si, don’t make trouble…”

 “It’s not funny…it’s not funny at all…I don’t like this joke…”

 "Wake up...open your eyes, please...it's not funny...I hate this joke..."

“Aren’t you most afraid of me being angry? If you don’t open your eyes... I’m going to be angry... I’m really angry...”

　　The body without breath is cold, bitingly cold, as cold as ice.

Even the endless warmth of the sun and the endless heat of the person holding her...can't change this. The fiery red color, at this moment, turned into the coldest and quietest color in the world.

 The fiery redness, at this moment, begins to disappear.

When the soul is gone, the body is also gone - along with the completely withered Bana flower by the window, it completely dissipates, turns into dust and smoke, and goes away with the wind.

 A little bit of coquettish starlight, with a faint fragrance, drifting away.

 In the arms of God, under the warm peach forest...there is nothing to catch - how cruel she is, leaving nothing for him.

　　Without giving him the chance to deceive himself, without giving him the possibility to go crazy and try to seize it, everything... fell apart.

The breeze sings in a low and mournful voice, the leaves on the trees rustle, the peach blossoms fall one after another, the ground is full of spring, but at this moment, the **** under the tree is eerily quiet.

 The body is still in the hugging position, but the arms are... empty.

 There is nothing left, only him is left in this world.

 Silence, long silence.

That bone-white figure seemed to have turned into a frozen sculpture, motionless and silent.

Blood—the flesh and blood were blurred, and the scarred hands were bleeding, drop by drop, falling to the ground and spreading.

  It is a very beautiful color, but at this moment, it has become extremely cold.

 Fading, everything is fading.

 The delicate fragrance of flowers in the air dispersed...the world turned into dull and monotonous black and white.

A tear fell down, containing blood and shocking redness. It fell heavily and blended into the black and dark blood mud, making it difficult to separate.

At this moment, everything is silent.

 (End of this chapter)