My breathing sank.

In this room - someone!

Since I got blind, my other senses have become keen, especially my hearing, which is very sensitive. Perhaps that is also the source of information I can obtain the most from the outside world. When I am moving on the grassland, I can hear the sound of horse hooves in the distance from the wind and snow, but what I didn't expect was that after entering this empty room for so long, I didn't even hear that there was a second person here!

And this person—

The hand grabbed my fingers, neither loose nor tight, but trembled slightly, as if she was controlling her own strength, for fear that it would be too tight, and for fear that it would be too loose.

The hand was cold, like ice.

There was a stove in this room, maybe more than one place, so the room was very warm, and it was warm in any place, but the hand was as cold as ice.

When he held my fingertips, the bone-broken chill instantly spread to my heart along his arms.

My breathing was suffocated by the cold.

I took a deep breath and slowly stood up. The man also stood up with me, but he did not let go of my hand, but held my fingertips. But before he exerted more force, I pulled my hand back indifferently.

I felt the hand grabbing me again and rubbing my fingertips, but he didn't forcefully pull me, but just took another step forward.

Perhaps it was because he was too tall and blocked the light as soon as he came to me. At this moment, the faint light in my sight also disappeared, and I immediately fell into darkness.

Only the light and long breathing above my head was heard.

I frowned slightly, but did not take any action. After all, as a blind man, doing anything at this time is irrational.

I just want to know what he is going to do to me.

I even want to know what kind of expression he would have when he saw me who turned into this and what kind of thoughts he would have in his heart.

However, I could not see anything, nor could I hear any emotional ups and downs in his breath. Except for the feeling that he was standing in front of me and the breath emitted by his body, I could not feel anything else.

The two people faced each other like confrontation.

I don’t know how long he stretched out his hands, and two hands like ice cubes were placed on my shoulders, slowly turning me around toward the dressing table behind him.

I am not stubborn either. After all, if you want to be stubborn with others at this time, you will suffer a loss.

After turning around and sitting down, I felt him step forward again, almost pressing against my back. His breathing slowly became more and more stable. After the cold hands on my shoulders were released, I gently stroked my hair.

My hair...

Even in such a dim light, he could see clearly, and maybe he could see the mottled silver wires more clearly than others.

Every one is my experience these days.

He only stroked it gently, and his hands were bombed as if they were burned.

I looked in front of me, probably facing the bronze mirror in front of the dressing table. Although I couldn't see what I looked like inside, in such a night, under such a dark light, a blind woman was sitting in front of the dressing table with her gray hair. This way, she looked desolate.

I heard the person behind me take a deep breath, and then, my hands were gently placed on my hair again.

This time, he held a comb in his hand and slowly combed his wet hair to the end along the top of my head.

His hands were very light, and although they still exuded the chill of ice and snow, even when I combed from head to tail, I could feel that cold in my hair.

If that cold would turn into ice and snow, maybe my gray hair would be completely white this time.

The room was very quiet, with only the comb slashing through his long hair, making a subtle sizzling sound. He combed it very carefully, little by little, as if he was afraid of hurting me.

Finally, the long wet hair was dry under the warm breath of this house, and he combed it for the last time, finally put my hair down and put the comb back on the dressing table.

My empty eyes were still wide open and I looked at the dressing table ahead.

Although I could not see anything, I could feel him looking at me in the bronze mirror.

I don’t know how long it took, but I felt him slowly leaning down and reaching out to hug me.

Like his cold hands, the cold embrace made me tremble slightly, and I felt like I was buried in the snow nest.

But I didn't even move, just being hugged by him so hunched.

He whispered in my ear: "Do you hate me?"

"Why do you need to ask?"

"I want to hear you."

“…”

I was silent for a while and said mutely: "Don't ask, ask more hatred."

This sentence made his hands tremble slightly, but he still hugged me slowly and didn't even move again. I could feel him looking at me, looking at me through the bronze mirror on the dressing table in front.

And my eyes, like bottomless black holes, may have disappeared in such a dark light.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard him "um".

The sound was very hoarse, and it was even a little different from his voice, especially as he pressed against my ears. The sound didn't seem to be spoken from him, but more like it was coming from the heartbeat that had already sunk to the bottom through his chest that was pressed against my back.

Then, he chuckled again.

He said: "Light, how could this happen?"

“…”

"I originally just wanted you to love me."

“…”

Compared to his hoarse and unfamiliar voice, my voice was very calm, even so calm that it didn't even have a trace of fluctuation. I said lightly: "Do you remember what you told me the night you were shot in Jixiang Village?"

“…”

His breath suddenly sank.

I said lightly to the bronze mirror that I couldn't see in front of me: "You once told me that love is a seed, a living person. People should plant it, give it sunshine, rain, and let it grow up, and then one person will love another."

“…”

"You convinced me."

“…”

"Actually, until now, I think your words are not wrong. Love will live and die."

“…”

"Why hate isn't it?"

“…”

"It's just that its sunshine, rain, is not what I gave it."
Chapter completed!