Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

The car was warm, but Su Jinse didn't feel sleepy.

Mo Hui said: "Mr. Su, please squint for a while, and then you will be home."

"Not yet." Su Jinse narrowed her eyes and said, "go to the Eastern Harbour for a walk."

"It's snowing."

"Not in the way."

Mo Hui looked back at Su Jinse in the back seat and said to the driver, "go to the Eastern Harbour."

Since the fire and explosion of ships happened in Dongjiao harbor last year, some small yachts and cruise ships have been reorganized. The harbor was closed for a month before it was reopened. Recently, the prosperity of the past has been gradually restored.

The car drove to the harbor, Su Jinse got off, Mo Hui also followed.

Su Jinse shook his head with him and said, "give me that gray cloak. Don't follow."

"Mr. Su, the sea is stormy."

"It's OK. I'll walk alone."

Mo Hui can only help Su Jinse put on a cloak, watching her slender figure go to the seaside, along the coast slowly forward.

After spending half a year with Su Jinse, Mo Hui didn't know much about her past.

At that time, I worked as Su Jinse's assistant on the first day, accompanying her to tattoo shop.

Because the area of tattoo is too large, it can't be done well at one time. Go to tattoo a small pattern each time.

Mo Hui sat outside waiting, listening to the sound of the tattoo machine inside, he felt his scalp numb.

A few hours later, she came out of the room, still with a quiet smile on her face.

From Su Jinse's face, Mo Hui has never seen much emotional change.

But Mo Hui knows that something extremely tragic must have happened to Su Jinse.

As the snow grew bigger and bigger, Su Jinse wrapped up her cloak and suddenly stopped.

Because from here you can see the sea area where the accident happened a year ago.

Although the sea was calm and dark at the moment, Su Jinse's eyes seemed to be full of fire.

Su Jinse will never forget the burning sensation of the fire licking on her skin.

When she was sent to the operating room, Su Ma strained her hand and said a word to her.

"What's happened to you now, you should give it back to them in full!"

It's really painful to tear off the clothes from the burned skin.

Su Jinse took a deep breath, but inhaled a snowflake.

She's freezing everywhere.

After standing at the seaside for a while, snow fell on her cloak. Su Jinse walked back slowly.

Not far away, a shadow was in front of her.

Su Jinse stops fiercely. The harbor lights are dancing. She can't see whether the shadow in front of her is a person or a piece of wood.

Suddenly, the shadow moved quickly in the direction of Su Jinse.

She wanted to call Mo Hui's name, but the man had come to her quickly.

He was wearing a black down coat and a hat. His shoulders and hat were covered with snow.

He took off his hat and the snowflakes were flying under the street lamp.

In the yellow orange light, Su Jinse saw the shining black pupil behind her hair.

In her breath, there was a cold wind.

Su Jinse was choked and coughed a few times.

The other hand handed her a fish white silk handkerchief.

Su Jin se didn't answer, low ground smile: "don't say you are from the sea river to swim to come over."

"Why do you think I'm dead? Come to the seaside to worship me? " Qiao Yi also laughed, teeth white like the white sails of ships moored in the harbor.

"That's not true." Su Jinse bypassed him and went on: "good people don't live long, evil people live for thousands of years, you don't die so early."

After two steps, her arm was held by Qiao Yi, and her pincery hand was just on the tattoo of her arm.

In fact, there are sequelae, a cloudy day rain and snow, her wound will itch and pain.

Su Jinse looked down at the hand on her arm. She was white and slender, with distinct bony joints.

Qiao Yi and a year ago have not changed at all, only her own.

She struggled hard, but Qiao Yi gently pulled her into his arms.

Su Jinse bumps into his chest, and he embraces her back.

A snowflake fell from his hair and on Su Jinse's nose.

He looked at her and chuckled, "are you worried about my death, or are you worried about my death?"