Chapter 1685 As long as Senior Sister is here, it won't be your turn to die. (48)
The man's ears turned red, and he gently licked his thin lips a few times on the spoon, his manners even more refined than those of a young lady dining in her boudoir.
After finishing their meal, the two took a walk in the backyard.
As they walked, their arms touched.
As they walked closer, Song Jinhuan took his hand.
As they held hands, her fingers tickled his palm.
A jolt ran through my body!
Good heavens, how could a country girl who makes a living by hunting know such flirting techniques?
It's like being possessed by a ghost.
Song Jinhuan looked at him and saw that the other person had his head down and was smiling shyly, just like when his mind had not yet recovered.
Something's not right, something's really not right!
Suddenly, something cracked open in the silence.
Song Jinhuan subconsciously looked around.
"What is Madam looking for?" Huo Qingcang's voice came from above.
She took a moment to glance at it amidst her busy schedule.
In that one glance, she saw that beside the bright moon hanging in the sky, the gap was even deeper than the surrounding night.
Blessed spirit arrives.
Song Jinhuan discovered it! Every time she sensed something was wrong, the opening would crack open a little!
No one noticed except her!
She didn't know if the sky would collapse when the cracks got big enough.
But she knew very well that this was not an illusion; it was real, even if only she could see it.
Song Jinhuan was unusually certain deep down.
At the same time, another guess came to mind.
What if those who couldn't see the anomaly had been able to see it from the beginning? They might have originally hoped that everyone around them could see it, just like her.
I just don't know why, maybe it's been too long, maybe it's too lonely to be seen by only one person, maybe I've been intentionally blinded by this world...
Song Jinhuan worries that one day she too will become blind.
She has to write it down.
But she was an illiterate village woman.
Ha! It's like God is targeting her!
Did she think that would leave her with no way out?
She can't write, but she can draw!
As his thoughts raced, everything around him seemed to freeze, including Huo Qingcang, who hadn't blinked a muscle.
The moment she moved, Huo Qingcang gently pressed his slightly sore eyelids with his fingertips.
"Husband, let's go back inside!"
How could Huo Qingcang possibly refuse?
In the following days, Song Jinhuan would draw a couple of strokes in his study every day.
Huo Qingcang didn't understand it, but he supported it.
The lady is skilled in both literature and martial arts when she picks up a pen.
When the crack on the horizon was as large as the setting sun at dusk, Song Jinhuan remembered everything.
It turns out that Huo Qingcang is actually Song Feichen.
Strangely, the other person was in control in the dream, but apart from showing concern for him, her words and actions were not restricted in any way.
The crack should be related to Song Feichen's body. When he sank that day, everything in his dream collapsed, and Song Feichen must not be far from death!
She had to wake Song Feichen from his dream.
Huo Qingcang was handling official business in his study when he heard familiar footsteps at the door. A smile immediately appeared in his eyes as he eagerly got up to greet them.
"Madam, you've arrived so early today?"
"I missed you." As memories returned, Song Jinhuan felt deeply ashamed of these intimate words.
Clearly, Song Feichen in his dream longed for a wife and hoped to share a loving relationship with her, and to be cared for and protected by her.
Huo Qingcang pursed his lips reservedly and helped the person sit down at the desk.
"Disciple, I have something to tell you." Song Jinhuan subconsciously adopted the demeanor of a master, hoping to gain some control over this dream world that was beyond her control.
The man's eyes lit up slightly. "My wife, you really have a refined taste."
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