One Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Three LOVE One

His deep pupils lit up, and Tang Yu looked at her searchingly. However, after just one look at each other, Song Zhixing had already looked away, avoiding his sight. She cast her gaze out the window, only to see a sheet of white snow outside the dark window. She immediately turned her head and stared at Tang Yu, "Where are we?"

"Ice Island."

Bingyu is a large glacier country with low temperatures all year round. Song Zhixing is a person who is afraid of the cold. When he heard the word "Bingyu", he couldn't help but shudder.

Tang Yu wrapped his coat tightly around her body, "Let's go."

She had been abducted here anyway, and no matter how afraid of the cold, she had no choice but to follow Tang Yu off the plane. She was wearing his coat, and leaning down slightly, she could smell the faint scent of his perfume on his coat, which made her heart fluctuate several times. After looking at him again, he followed Tang Yu outside the cabin.

Tang Yu did not hold her hand as usual, but just pushed the luggage alone and walked in front. Song Zhixing followed closely. In a strange airport, surrounded by strange people, she stared blankly, her fragile heart filled with desolation.

I lost my mind and someone came. I didn't have time to avoid it and bumped into him. The other person was a burly man. She kept saying sorry, but she was knocked back two steps and felt dizzy. She originally thought she would fall to the ground, but Tang Yu, who had been walking in front, turned around at some point and hugged her.

"Are you okay?"

Song Zhixing pursed his lips and shook his head.

Tang Yu communicated with the other party in a low voice and negotiated briefly, but the other party did not bother.

He looked back at her and finally took her hand. As if helpless, he sighed. Song Zhixing looked at the two people's tightly held hands and did not break away.

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The car drove forward in the ice and snow.

When we arrived at the villa, it was already very late. The surrounding houses cast dim yellow lights, hitting the thick snow.

Song Zhixing looked at the villa inquiringly. It was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time and it was very cold inside.

"This is Tang Jue's house. Qiqi doesn't like ice and snow either, so he has kept this house empty since he bought it." Tang Yu turned on the lights, put down his luggage, and turned on the heater in the house.

The temperature did not rise so quickly. Song Zhixing changed his shoes, stood on the carpet and stamped his feet, rubbing his hands and exhaling repeatedly.

Tang Yu squatted in front of the fireplace and looked back at her with a fire starter.

Her little face was flushed with cold, and she was huffing and stamping her feet, which made her look even more childish and cute. Sure enough, he is still an 18-year-old kid!

only……

The eyes of this 18-year-old girl are no longer as pure as those of her peers. Instead, they are full of worries.

How much time would it take to mend her inner sorrow?

That cute little appearance made Tang Yu couldn't help but almost invite him. However, in the end, all he said was: "If it's cold, go upstairs and sleep. The room will be cleaned every day, so there won't be dust."

He felt that she must be eager to do so.

After all, now she simply avoids him like a snake.

However, what surprised him was that instead of going upstairs, she walked towards him. She sat down on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace and searched around with her eyes, "Is there any fire starter?"

"You want to play?"

"Hmm. It looks interesting."

"Forget it, just watch from the side."

Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu with deep eyes and a soft voice, "Tang Yu, are you afraid that I will burn my hands?"

Tang Yu raised his eyes and looked at her, "Yeah."

Song Zhixing put his chin on his knees and was silent for a moment. Then, he continued: "I know you want to protect me, but no matter how careful you are, you can't always be watertight."

Her words caused Tang Yu to suddenly stop lighting the fire. Then, he continued to nod, his voice steady and powerful amid the sparks, "This time it was an accident, there will be no next time."

She licked her lower lip lightly, "I'm not blaming you."

His eyelids were slightly drooped, staring at the blue flames, "I just...can't convince myself."

At the end, her eyes were moist and her voice changed a little, "I always keep thinking about what my father looked like when he died, and what my mother looked like when she was desperate..."

Tang Yu's breathing became heavier, and at this moment, the fire wood was ignited. The fireworks illuminated the two people's equally heavy expressions.

She continued speaking with a sad voice, as if she was talking to him or to herself. "I love my parents as much as you love your mother. Because I have never had one, I can't let it go, I'm even more resentful, and I can't forgive you..."

Speaking of this, the moisture in her eyes could no longer be hidden.

Tang Yu felt a pain in his chest and held the fire wood in his hand, "Go to sleep."

"Tang Yu..."

"The doctor said that it is more conducive to pregnancy if you relax your mind." Tang Yu interrupted her and then looked up at her, "Go upstairs and sleep."

There is no room for criticism in the words.

Song Zhixing bit his lip.

Everything he wanted to say was stuck in his throat. He has always been able to read her mind very accurately.

Finally, she stood up and went upstairs without saying a word. Tang Yu's voice was a little dark, a little sad, and there was an unshakable obsession coming from behind her, "No matter where things go, I will never let you leave me. Don't forget, you are now She is my Tang Yu’s wife!”

She paused for a moment before walking upstairs again.

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Although they were on vacation, from that day on, the relationship between the two people not only did not ease, but instead took a sharp turn.

During the day, Song Zhixing didn't go anywhere, just sat in the living room and watched TV. She couldn't understand the channels here, so she watched Animal World. As for the night, they slept in separate rooms, and she would lock the door before going to bed. This is not Tang's house, Tang Yu didn't have the key, and he couldn't break in after all.

But, even so, Song Zhixing lay in a strange bed, tossing and turning.

On the third day here, when she woke up in the morning, Tang Yu was gone. She looked around the house, but there was no trace. Although she was arguing with him, she was still very flustered when she suddenly couldn't see him.

Sitting by the fireplace with a pillow in her arms, she looked at the door from time to time, or looked up at the time on the wall. It felt like every minute was torture.

Where did he go?

Just as she was thinking about it, there was a roar of a car outside the door. Song Zhixing was delighted, and even forgot about the cold war situation. She threw away the pillow and stood up instinctively. The door was pushed open, and Tang Yu stood at the door covered in snow, catching the expectation on her face.

It was very cold outside with strong wind and heavy snow. But seeing the expression on her face at that moment, my heart suddenly warmed up a lot.

"Waiting for me?" he asked, smiling.

That smile annoyed Song Zhixing. Her emotions were all on her face, and it was hard to restrain them. She threw down the pillow, bit her lip, sat back, and said in a muffled voice: "...No."