Heavenly Star

The girl subconsciously took a step back, but did not escape as usual. With a faint light, she saw his face and more clearly his eyes. He is beautiful... I can't help but think of the young girl's heart, and her eyes are full of ageless lush, without the slightest disgust color, and with an inspiring demonic charm, you can only look deeply enthralled, you can no longer pull yourself out.

She stunned like a demon and looked at him for a long time, then looked at him, looked at the fruit in her hand, swallowed a small sip, then gently lifted the fruit up, timidly said: "Brother, do you want to eat? ”

Ye Wuchen mute and smiled. He knelt down and shook his head with a smile. Then he reached out his hand and slowly approached her face, brushing gently on those two horrible wounds on her face, shining a faint colourless light over her fingertips. The girl stayed completely, opened her eyes and opened her mouth, motionless as if she had been set up, completely forgetting to hide.

After a few seconds, Ye Wuchen retracted his hands and his eyebrows softly rose. He softly asked, "Little sister, what is your name? ”

The girl continued to stay for half an hour before weakly saying: “I... don't have a name. ”

“No name? Where is your home? And why is this place here? ”

“I don't have a home... I woke up here and I didn't know anything.” The girl shook her head. His voice was so gentle that her beating heart slowly calmed down.

“You don't remember the old days, do you? ”

The teenage girl flashed and then looked at him nodding softly, her eyes blinking | full of helplessness. She had no home, no past, not even her own name. Almost everyone here hated her. Every time she was seen, she hit her with a stick, a stone, chased her. She had to flee so desperately that she could hide in a deserted corner and cry. She just instinctively wants to live, no partner, no goal, nothing.

“So it turns out" Ye Wuchen smiled again, equally unexpectedly appeared here, equally without a past. Perhaps this is the wonderful fate. Deeply pitied in his heart, he said softly: "Do you want to have a brother, one that won't starve you, let alone let others bully your brother? ”

The young girl looked at him surprised and blurred, not knowing how to answer.

“Shall I be your brother? I won't starve you, let alone bully you. ”

The girl opened her eyes and was overwhelmed with a fruit bigger than her palm. Her heart and eyes were sour, as if something was about to rise. She said timidly: "Can I...? They all hate me and beat me because I..."

Ye Wuchen stood up and gently lifted her little hand: “Come with me. From now on, you will be my sister. No one can bully you anymore. ”

The teenage girl looked at him, holding her left hand with strange warmth. Unconsciously, her eyes were misty.

The girl's world was empty, and when everyone hated her and the world abandoned her, he held her hand and pledged to protect her for the rest of her life. Since then, his shadow has been deeply engulfed in her heart, indelible, and her attachment to him is as if she had taken the most poisonous opium in the world and could never be stopped.

It is also from this moment forward that the two tracks of life, which could not have been staggered, converge.

Ye Wuchen did not explain to Chu Xuantian and the old man why he brought her back. Neither of them asked much, let alone objected. That night, he fell asleep for 10 years, and the plank bed became the first bed for a young girl. Ye Wuchen stood outside the room, staring at the night sky, wondering what he was thinking.

In silence, he stretched out his left arm, then gently scratched it on his arm with his right hand's fingernails, and then a short wound appeared on his arm and started bleeding beads. He touched the wound again with his right finger, and it suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He put his hands down and frowned unconsciously. In my memory, I did have this ability, but why didn't I remove the scars on her face just now?

Is that really a scar?

“Brother. ”

A sweet voice rang behind him, Ye Wuchen turned around and looked at the young girl with half her face and said: “It's late, why aren't you asleep? ”

The girl hesitated for a moment and then looked forward to saying, “I want to sleep with my brother, okay? ”

“Oh? Yeah.” Ye Wuchen smiled and promised. He did not want her to show disappointment, let alone be inferior to herself because of her colours and scars. At least let her know he'll never hate her and reject her.

“Really?” The young girl exclaimed softly, then her body was lifted by Ye Wuchen and lay on that plain wooden bed.

“All right, little girl, get some sleep.” Mitsune held her in her chest with a gentle voice as if she were softening a lovely baby.

“Mmm!” she answered happily, leaning tightly against his warm chest, then finding one of the most comfortable positions, lazily closing her eyes, her smiling face constantly bursting with tears. She was so happy she wanted to cry.

“What should I call you?” caressing her long white, Ye Wuchen spoke to herself. The young girl looked up at him doubtfully. Her skin is incredibly white and still sheds snowy light in the dark. Ye Wuchen's eyebrows picked, and said softly: “Snow condensed for skin, snow condensed for, you call Ye condensed for snow, okay? Do you like that name? ”

“Ye… coagulate… snow…” she repeated gently and nodded heavily: "I love the name because it was given to me by my brother. ”

She has never slept in peace, no misery, no cold, no fear, because she has a brother that will protect her forever.

Ye Wuchen's body did not move until she fell asleep shallow. He finally sighed, his eyes lost sight of the sky until he fell asleep unknowingly.

Who am I...

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The next morning, when Ye Wuchen opened his eyes, the snow still shrunk into his arms like a lazy kitten, sleeping sweetly and calmly. She couldn't help but smile and couldn't help interrupting her. She lay still and listened to the movement outside. Indeed, the day is much louder than at night, and it seems to be breakfast time, there is a slight noise outside. Yesterday, during a conversation with Chu Zhuangtian, it was learned that there have been hundreds of people in this sealed area over the years of reproduction, lived in a few small pieces, usually with little contact. And this little adult child they're in has more than thirty people, and they usually get together for dinner.

The noise woke the snowflake, she opened her hazy eyes, and then some panicked to find the cloudless figure, but showed him the funny look he was looking at. She also smiled gently and then shrunk again into his arms, closing her eyes comfortably.