Chapter 1039 I Am Very Cold, so I Will Not Take the Initiative to Kiss You (5)

As far as the eye can see, there is darkness.

His eyes went dark, only the corner of the snow-white clothes seemed to be the only light in the dark night.

He lowered his fingertips and reached out to grab a corner of the girl's skirt.

He held the soft fabric in the palm of his hand, and he was a little dazed, looking at the snow-white piece in the palm of his hand quietly through a layer of black hair.

Very clean color.

Feng Qian also paused slightly, looking down at the young man.

The other party lowered his head, quietly, holding a corner of her skirt with his fingertips, as if... grasping a fragile treasure.

"Di Zhao."

The girl's voice was cold, and the expression between her brows and eyes was also indifferent, extremely calm.

The young man froze slightly and raised his eyes.

The black hair on the forehead slipped slightly to the sides as the boy raised his head, revealing the boy's face.

His eyes were clean and clear, black and bright.

The eyelashes are very long, like crow feathers, the lips are pink and tender, and there are light scratches on the fair cheeks, as if they were scratched by some sharp objects.

It was a young and immature face, it hadn't fully grown yet, but it already showed a hint of surprise.

"Get up first."

Feng Qian looked at the fragments and said quietly.

Di Zhao blinked, lowered his head, and silently let go of the skirt he was holding in his palm.

He picked up the silver hairpin on the ground and silently held it in the palm of his hand. With the other hand supporting the grass, he stood up slowly.

Feng Qian also stood up.

The girl's hands were behind her back, the breeze was blowing, and her clothes fluttered.

Di Zhao was only about ten years old, very small.

When he stood up, he only reached Feng Qian's abdomen.

His hair is messy and long, and if he lowers his head a little, the black hair will cover his face.

The linen-colored clothes on his body were relatively loose, and several places had been damaged.

Standing in front of Feng Qian at this moment, he lowered his head, obedient and quiet.

Lord Shangshen turned around, and a faint voice floated into the young man's ears: "Follow me."

Di Zhao was slightly stunned, and slowly raised his head.

He squeezed the cold silver hairpin in his hand, and walked a few steps before obediently saying "um".

Feng Qian led Di Zhao across the courtyard and walked to the corridor.

She took the other party to a clean guest room.

Feng Qian stopped in his footsteps, and the young man behind him also stopped in his footsteps, not daring to move a bit.

When Feng Qian turned her head, she met the young man's clean and clear eyes.

Holding the silver hairpin, he felt a little uneasy at the moment.

Feng Qian explained: "Stay here first, and I will ask someone to prepare hot water for you to bathe in. Take a bath first."

Di Zhao looked up at the room, and nodded.

Although he was still a little worried about this poor little girl, Feng Qian still left for now.

After having someone prepare hot water for delivery, Feng Qian returned to his room.

Not long after she sat there, servants from the mansion rushed over and knocked on the door.

Feng Qian looked up, raised his hand and opened the door directly.

The servant lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "My lord, that child refused to let me bring in the hot water, and the door was blocked. I can't help it, so I took the liberty to bother you."

Feng Qian paused, frowning slightly.

Won't you let me in?

She stood up and said in a cold voice, "I'll go and have a look."

Feng Qian came to Di Zhao's gate.

She pushed on the door without pushing.

"Di Zhao."

The girl's light voice came.

The boy squatted on the ground with his back leaning against the table.

Not long ago, he moved the table in the house to the door and blocked the door.

He moved all the things that could be moved and piled them on the table.

Di Zhao held the silver hairpin, his hand was trembling.

He was leaning against the table, his back felt hard and cold, and he didn't dare to move or speak.

What the man outside said seemed to be automatically blocked by him.

He is caught in his own world.

That somewhat gloomy world that recalls only fear.