The witch once picked up a beam of light and returned it to the sun at sunset.
Those warmth.
Those beautiful things.
Disappeared as the light left.
The world became gray and the witch could not see any color. She was left waiting in her loneliness, waiting for the next reunion, waiting for the sun to wake up.
"……tutor."
"…Please forgive my rudeness."
Earth, Yanshan City.
In the quiet late night, Krisa stood in the corridor of the courtyard, looking at the transparent and clean glass in front of her with a calm and indifferent expression.
The outside world is star-studded.
The cool evening breeze blows away the dry heat of the day.
The sound carries with it the sweet fragrance of flowers in the flower beds and the slight vapor evaporating from the pond.
Krisha has a clear goal.
The eyes, which were a mixture of gold, black and red, ignored the scene in the courtyard and instead locked onto the door of Xu Xi's room.
The wooden door was embedded in the night, and with the ripples of the silver moonlight, it presented oblique shadows of varying angles.
Hold the door handle.
Twist with force.
The witch pushed the door open with silent steps.
Before the sun went down, she thought for a long time alone about what true courage was and what the true way of the demons was.
final.
Krisa came to the conclusion: [I don’t know].
The clumsy witch is not good at thinking too much.
She just felt that she needed to do something, such as getting closer to the "sun" more actively.
With the wedding approaching, such behavior seems meaningless.
But there was an impulse in the witch's heart that pushed her forward and made her act bold and presumptuous.
“Crack—”
The crisp sound of the door opening echoed in the silent night.
Yes.
Late at night, Krisha entered Xu Xi's room without his consent.
“This is not a mistake…”
Feeling ashamed, the witch defended herself for entering the room: "Now I am not entering the room as a [person's property], but as a wife."
"So, my current behavior is reasonable."
Krisha nodded slightly.
He acknowledged his own statement.
After that, she groped her way around the dark room, stepping lightly on the cold floor, and slowly moved to Xu Xi's bed with a vigilant, nervous, and apprehensive look.
"tutor……?"
Krisha sees it.
That familiar face that was breathing steadily and steadily and was now sleeping soundly.
The witch tilted her head and blinked.
With more delicate movements, he gently lifted a corner of the quilt and tried to crawl in and lie on the other side of the bed.
"We can't wake up the instructor."
The witch murmured in her heart.
The room was dim and the light was sparse. Only a few ray of silver moonlight struggled to penetrate the gap between the curtains and shone onto Krishna's long gray-silver hair.
Xu Xi has transcended.
Whether you sleep or not, it doesn’t affect anything.
The witch didn't want to disturb the system too much and just wanted to be alone and take on the brave challenge.
"Very good, I'm in."
The warm quilt, like a light warm breeze, wrapped around the witch's body and limbs, making her subconsciously indulge in it.
Such a strong sense of security.
It does not come from the quilt itself, but from the Xu Xi next to it.
Krisha lay quietly, feeling the warmth from the quilt, her fingers holding the hand of the person beside her, and she lay looking up at the pitch-black ceiling.
Quiet.
Silently.
Enjoying the privileges of a wife.
Sharing the same bed with her husband.
but--
Krisa was very conscious and did not get lost in the warmth and forget her original goal.
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