Spiritualist sweet wife

"I'm terrible!"

Xiao Yuan's voice was soft and different from the energetic him before his death.

"I made you cry!"

Warm and slowly raised his head, and gently shook his head to Xiao Yuan's deep but watery eyes:

"It's me! It's me!

I never gave you a face! I didn't say a nice word to you until you died!

And Bai Jie, because of me, will want you to be buried with innocent people! "

"No!"

Xiao Yuan's hand gently rubbed on his warm cheek, but it was cold and without a trace of temperature.

"It's Bai Jie!"

The warm tears, which could not be stopped at this time, were like beads with broken lines, falling down his cheeks and dripping on Xiao Yuan's pale and slender fingers.

"It's me! I always like you wishfully! It has brought you so many troubles.

In fact, I understand that emotional things can't be forced. But I can't bear to leave without taking a good look at you and calling you 'Goddess' again! "

Xiao Yuan said, suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at the warmth:

"After I'm gone, you should take good care of yourself!"

"Are you leaving?"

Warmth suddenly widened a pair of eyes and tried to see the fuzzy face in front of her, but no matter how hard she tried, the people in front of her seemed to be more and more unclear.

"Goodbye, goddess!

Goodbye, warm! "

"Xiao Yuan -"

Warm shouted, and then sat up from bed.

His face was still wet with tears. The sun, I don't know when it rises, shines warm in the room, but it can't warm people's hearts together.

"Little girl, you're awake!"

The people around me finally recovered their consciousness when they saw the warmth, and finally breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. At this time, the door in the room was opened, and a slender figure appeared in front of the warm eyes.

At that moment, Zi Teng saw the tears hanging on his warm face and his tall and straight back, which was obviously stiff. But he handled it well, and just for a moment, he recovered as usual.

Warmth saw that he had returned to Ziteng and Linzi's home. At this time, he was sitting on the big bed and bed of the forest. The woods by the window looked worried. In comparison, Zi Teng, who walked slowly to the bedside, calmed down a lot.

"Have some black tea!"

Zi Teng raised his hand and delivered a porcelain quilt to the warm.

He took it in a warm mechanical way, put it on his mouth and hit it gently. Suddenly, a warm feeling entered the body along the throat.

"Thank you!"

The heart, unknowingly, settled down.

"Dream of Xiao Yuan?"

Seeing that the warm mood seemed to calm down, the forest dared to ask questions.

"Hmm!" he nodded softly, "he's gone!"

When people die, they no longer belong to the world. The best ending is to go where he should go.

"Hey! One left, but the other..."

Lin Zi looked like he wanted to talk and stop, and the embarrassment on his face was undisguised. temperature

Warm nature knows who Lin Zi refers to.

"Isn't Bai Jie gone?"

After a word, Lin Zi's face showed a trace of surprise: "little girl, do you... Remember?"

"Well!

Although I'm not sure, I know that Bai Jie has occupied my body. And I can hear what she says! She can hear what I say! "

Warm said the situation and his feelings at that time. But found the room, suddenly strangely quiet. Warm gently wiped the tears on his face and looked at Ziteng and Linzi with some doubts.

Why do these two people suddenly have this... Expression.

"Little girl!" after a long time, the forest couldn't help but say, "who the hell are you?"

"Huh?"

Warm and stunned, he looked at the woods and always felt that today's him was not the same as a serious forest.

"You were possessed before and you were very weak. After drinking this cup of tea, take a rest. I've asked you for a good leave at school!"

The son Teng lightly said a sentence, still can't see any emotion. Then he turned around and walked out of the room.

Seeing this, Lin Zi suddenly smiled with relief, then stood up and habitually rubbed the warm top of his head:

"Sleep, little girl!

No matter who you are, it's always our little girl! "

In a word, ignoring the warm and stunned eyes, he followed Zi Teng and left the room together.

Such a big room, suddenly, there was only one warm person left.

Why did Zi Teng and Lin Zi show that look when they heard their words just now. Lin Zi, in particular, asked himself such a strange question.

You are yourself. Who else will there be?

If you really want to be serious

Thinking of this, the warmth couldn't help gently pulling the corners of his lips and pulling out a bitter and helpless radian.

She also wants to know who she is!

From her memory, she knew that she was an orphan without father and mother. The teachers and Dean of the orphanage, as well as the children who met with her, were her only relatives in the world.

The name of warmth was obtained by the Dean herself. The meaning is actually very simple. I just hope she can have a warm life.

Unfortunately, a person who doesn't even know his parents will have a warm life.

Thinking of this, warm couldn't help shaking his head gently and looking out of the window.

Fortunately, she is naturally careless, as if she can automatically screen and filter some unhappy and sad things. So when I live to be twenty, I look happy every day.

Often, the happier people on the surface, the more sad they are in fact. On the surface, the more indifferent people are, the more they struggle in their hearts.

Struggling?

Ziteng, what are you struggling with?

Maybe it's because of being attached to the body. Warmth really feels weak, so after drinking the cup of black tea, he fell asleep. This time, in her dream, there was no Bai Jie or Xiao Yuan. On the contrary, it seems that there has always been a gentle voice and a pair of deep black eyes accompanying her.

Such company inexplicably made her feel at ease.

The voice seemed to say:

"Warm, don't be afraid, there will be me in the future!"

Have you?

Who are you?