"Snow is dark..." Feng Guang clutched his clothes helplessly.
He responded lazily, "Hmm?"
"We will all survive."
He chuckled and patted her back. "Okay, we'll both survive. How are you? Does your wound still hurt?"
His index finger gently brushed against the scar on her neck. Just now, like everyone else, he had thought the bright red color was glaring, but now he admitted that, in addition to being glaring, it was also somewhat unsightly.
"It hurts." She nodded honestly. Indeed, she was the pampered young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion. Apart from being playful as a child, when had she ever suffered any pain? Look at her fair skin, without a single scar. She didn't like taking medicine and was afraid of pain. She was just a delicate girl who needed to be taken care of. But so what if she was delicate? She was born to be loved and loved.
Xue An patted her head and said, "I won't hurt you again."
"Hmm..." she answered obediently in a muffled voice.
After a long time, or perhaps just a moment, the sandstorm stopped, though the air was still filled with dust, but the strong wind had disappeared.
Xue An tightened the gray coat she was wearing. "Stay here and they will find you."
"Are you leaving?" She looked up, only cautiously reaching out a finger to touch the hem of his clothes.
“I’m leaving,” he said, “but I’ll be back soon.”
Feng Guang withdrew her hand, showing neither joy nor reluctance. She blinked her dark brown eyes and said, "I will take good care of A Qi. When you see Luo Mei, please say hello for me."
"Okay, good girl." Xue An's hand caressed her slightly cool cheek, a clean and gentle smile appearing in his long, deep eyes. However, he was not a gentle person. Unfortunately, no one could see through the coldness in his bones. Every woman's evaluation of him was always that of a gentle and handsome man. Now that his handsomeness was gone, his gentleness seemed even more harsh.
Following his actions, she placed her hand on his face, on his right cheek, which looked terrifying. "Xue An, you must take good care of yourself."
He paused for a second.
"Ah, of course I'll be fine." He quickly smiled and said casually, "Goodbye, dear Miss Xia."
Goodbye, snowy darkness, goodbye, these days of being "kidnapped".
"Hey! This girl is here!" As Luo Ying shouted, a large crowd gathered around.
Feng Guang appeared very weak at this moment. She leaned against the earthen slope, unable to utter a single word. Her figure was thin and frail, and both men and women who saw her would feel a sense of pity for her.
It was impossible for Xiao Ruo to hold her; his eyes were only on Bai Rong, and the other guards dared not offend her. So, only Luo Ying could take charge himself. When he picked up Feng Guang, he was surprised to find that this pretty girl was incredibly light. The tiny bundle nestled in his arms was ticklish.
Luo Ying glanced at the gray coat she was wearing, but finally straightened his gaze, all traces of his previous attraction gone.
Everyone saw the gray coat. Some people might not have thought about it at all, some might not have dared to think about it, while others seemed to be thinking about it too deeply.
Xiao Ruo looked down at Bai Rong, who was lost in thought, and turned the ring on his thumb. His gaze was gloomy. He had to admit that disfiguring himself for the sake of his beloved would indeed make him more important in this woman's heart.
However, it was only slightly more important.
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