Chapter 2664 Bandits (11)

Looking at the portrait that was supposed to be painted by a beauty, the face of the woman looking back was blank.

No facial features.

There was only the flying hair and the white fingers stretched out.

Light and soft.

There is a faint aura of sadness about him.

Like crying.

The dewdrops on the ground were crystal clear. I don't know whether it was dew or the tears she shed quietly.

She is crying.

do not know why.

You can't see her face or her facial features, but you can feel that she is sad.

Silent sadness.

He seemed to be crying because of something.

Quiet and quiet, even the sadness is suppressed.

Yun Si quietly looked at the woman on the wall painting and did not move for a long time.

There was inquiry in his eyes.

There is more than one painting on the wall.

Looking along the wall, there are.

The next picture seems to be the same woman.

The woman was wearing a veil skirt with clouds and clouds, a faint blue color of the clouds, and she was quietly leaning against a strong and ancient tree.

Her cloud-colored hair hangs down like a waterfall on her temples, and she wears a bright and bright colorful wreath on her head.

His hands dropped weakly, with a white handkerchief on his palms.

The handkerchief is embroidered with dark red delicate flowers.

She sat on the grass full of flowers, the plants around her were full of life, and she seemed to be asleep.

Quietly, lean against him.

No facial features.

That face was still blank.

The red in the white handkerchief is too bright and is the most eye-catching color in this painting.

It's so eye-catching that it makes people want to explore more.

Explore the mystery.

Walking further back, it’s still the same woman.

The walls are covered with her paintings, painted stroke by stroke with extremely warm and bright colors.

The environment is bright and the sunlight is warm.

Next picture, she is running.

She came running with her skirt in hand, her bare feet, and her flying toes were dazzlingly white.

The smart white skirt accompanied her movements, flying like a flower elf.

She came with her skirt in hand and a garland of delicate yellow flowers in full bloom.

The sky behind him was extremely dark, like an all-devouring vortex, swallowing up all the light.

Behind the darkness, the moment her toes landed on the ground, it seemed as if the sky was about to change color.

The darkness dissipates, and the warm sun is about to break through.

Very beautiful painting.

There seems to be a lot to express.

Yun Si watched quietly, carefully, until a voice came from behind.

A faint, uncertain voice.

"looks good?"

"..." She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, "She is?"

"My lady."

The man's breath was slowly approaching, and he stood beside her.

Under the dark red sleeves, he slowly raised his hand, and placed his cold and white hand gently on the wall.

Caressing the running woman in the painting, little by little.

With endless tenderness and affection.

Cherish it very much.

Yun Si turned to look at him, "You... madam?"

"Are you married?"

The man's unfathomable eyes quietly stared at the person in the painting.

The lips are scarlet, and the face is pale and gloomy, like a ghost king living in the dark, with no warmth at all.

Faintly, only when his eyes touch the woman on the wall, there will be some tenderness.

Staring quietly, foolishly.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"..."

How should she answer this?

She pursed her lips, "Then why don't you draw her face? Are you afraid of being seen and coveted?"

The man's movement of stroking the wall paused slightly.

Then, his cold eyes fell on her.

The tenderness in his eyes disappeared, and he looked at her calmly and strangely.

"You seem to still not understand your current situation."