Little Cotton

2

    "You..."

    A strange and vague voice sounded from my ears.

    A light seemed to come from the fog, through the darkness, awakening her consciousness from the endless nightmare.

    Don't, don't open your eyes again, don't face everything that makes you miserable.

    Little Cotton hugged herself tightly, allowing her frail body to curl up in the soft white aura.

    "Are you a god?"

    The cold fingertips lightly touched her body, scaring her into shrinking her already small body even tighter.

    "I'm not malicious, I'm just..."

    With the soft spiritual power slowly entering her body, the woman's voice became much clearer.

    The slightly hoarse voice carried a bit of confusion and hesitation, but it made people feel inexplicably at ease.

    No matter how long it has passed, she still remembers that day, when she timidly opened her eyes, she saw a gentle smile like the warm sun in early spring.

    That was the tenderness she had never seen after her mother left.

    It is also a stunning beauty that she has never seen in her life.

    ...

    The fox in Yu Ling's memory must be the most gentle in the world, so gentle that the tails of its eyes are slightly raised, always carrying a warm smile.

    Zhong Chuyun's voice was very similar to that fox, so similar that she was in a trance for a moment - Zhong Chuyun was the fox who treated her very well!

    But after a trance, she realized that this was just an illusion.

    Not the same, behind this similar voice, there is a completely different feeling.

    If there is any difference, it should be very cold, as cold as ice knocked out of the cellar, hard and without any temperature.

    Moreover, after coldly rejecting her, this woman without the slightest warmth turned around and walked back to her guest room, closed the wooden door casually, and left her alone in the courtyard.

    The momentary loss made Yu Ling lose her way.

    Yu Ling thought, maybe she should find a place to hide secretly first, and when Zhong Chuyun is about to leave at dawn tomorrow, then find a place on her body where no one will find out and hang it up quietly. Whenever he arrived in the city, he would part ways with her.

    But she was quite lost, so lost that her eyes were slightly red for a while, and she didn't know where to hide herself.

    Autumn night, the moonlight is slightly cool, and the wind is also slightly cool.

    According to the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, the girl who had been standing in the courtyard for a long time suddenly squatted down slowly, hugged her knees silently, and curled up into a small ball. The white sweater on his body, which was already yellowed and unthreaded, was thin and wide, and it seemed that it couldn't warm this scrawny body at all.

    She bit her lip subconsciously, trying hard to suppress the grievance in her heart.

    In the silence, a "squeak" sound was heard suddenly, and the door of the guest room with the candle still on behind opened a crack.

    The sudden sound made Yu Ling, who might be punished no matter what she did in her previous life, tremble slightly.

    When he came back to his senses, the ear-piercing scolding in his memory didn't appear, what was there was only the candlelight cast behind him, tremblingly reflecting the solitary shadow shrunk into a small ball.