Chapter 1038 I Am Very Cold, so I Will Not Take the Initiative to Kiss You (4)

The young man folded his hands on his knees and curled up in a corner, with his black hair hanging down his shoulders. His complexion was too fair, and his clean and clear eyes were full of helplessness and fear.

He held the silver hairpin in his hand with his fingertips and lifted it weakly, his thin body trembling slightly.

The flaxen clothes were slightly torn, revealing a snow-white arm.

Feng Qian looked towards the corner and felt His Highness' breath.

She paused slightly, and looked at the two people in the room with a cold expression.

"He, I took him away."

The girl's voice was similar to her temperament, clear and cold.

The two froze for a moment, feeling inexplicably suppressed.

After regaining consciousness, the man in pink put his hands on his hips.

"You little girl, how did you break into our Yunshang Pavilion? Hazel, chase away."

The burly man nodded and looked at Feng Qian fiercely.

The girl in white stood there calmly, the light in her eyes was faint and calm.

Feng Qian was too lazy to deal with it, so she took a step closer to the corner.

Sensing someone approaching, the young man clenched the silver hairpin in his hand tightly, his white and tender hand had distinct joints.

He silently curled up a little distance in the corner, with his chin resting on his knees, and the tip of the silver hairpin pointed straight at the approaching girl.

Gesture of protection and vigilance.

Feng Qian directly set up a teleportation array and brought the fragments to his mansion.

After the white light flashed, the little boy was slightly dazed, and sat down on the cold grass.

The silver hairpin in his hand was released, and his dark eyes blinked.

Holding the grass with his palms, he looked up at the girl in white in front of him.

The cold moonlight shone down, outlining the girl's beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

The girl's dark eyes were like calm pools, slightly cold.

The young boy was stunned for a moment, then regained his senses.

He didn't stand up, and hugged his knees with his head down, helpless like a child.

The messy black hair fell down, covering the young man's fair face.

He kept silent, and the silver hairpin lay quietly at the boy's feet.

He didn't pick it up, as if he wanted to completely close himself up and curl up into a ball.

Cooperating with the cold moonlight at night, it is simply a pitiful little girl.

Feng Qian raised his foot and took a few steps.

The young man lowered his eyes, looked past the jet-black hair, and saw the corner of the other party's snow-white skirt.

He unconsciously shrugged his shoulders.

In order to maintain the persona, Feng Qian made his tone calm and indifferent: "Can you stand up?"

The boy blinked his eyes, moved slightly, but didn't make a sound.

Feng Qian changed the question: "What's your name? Where is your home?"

The young man pursed his lips and said softly, "Di Zhao."

After a pause, he added: "Family...I...don't know."

The young man's voice was clean, very young, and it revealed a little helplessness.

It seems that this time the shard is another pitiful one.

Feng Qian wanted to pat his head.

The girl pursed her lips, and asked again: "Di Zhao, why were you there just now?"

The boy bit his lip and shook his head obediently.

"have no idea."

He hugged his knees, "When I wake up, it's there."

Feng Qian squatted down.

Di Zhao froze for a moment, a little stiff.

The girl's voice was cold: "Don't be afraid."

It was obviously an emotionless voice, but Di Zhao felt that suddenly, there was a beam of non-icy light that melted a tip of the iceberg.

He was in a daze, pursed his lips, his long eyelashes drooped, and a few strands of black hair fell on the grass.

"Did I bully you?"

Di Zhao blinked, recalling the scene when he was there, his lips turned pale slightly, and he began to feel a little uneasy.

The feeling of uneasiness and bewilderment made him feel like he was in an ice cellar, as if he was swallowed by the thick darkness in an instant.