Putting the water gently on the soft quilt of the tatami, he stood up and closed the window. The oncoming wind and snow brought a coolness to his face, which also made his drunkenness subside a little.
Sitting next to her silently, Jiutan raised his eyes and glanced at her, remaining silent.
"What's wrong, are you still having trouble with me over the Yimulian thing?" Qing Shui softened her tone and leaned into his arms to give a little coquettish look.
"No." Jiutun shook his head with a confused expression and said softly, "I'm just blaming myself."
After he finished speaking, his big hand gently touched Qing Shui's white and tender neck. Under the influence of the demonic power, the subtle scar had already healed itself.
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