Chapter 217

The Phoenix eyes, at this moment, were dark and deep, just like the bottomless Dead Sea. There were no waves, but they covered up too much heaviness.

She put her hands on his cheek, smiled and kissed his lips, "I won't leave, Jun Jisheng. I like you, so I will make you like me and fall in love with me!"

At this moment, she boldly expressed her feelings!

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"Can't you see? That's why you don't play with everyone, don't you? Everyone says you're weird."

"Then I covered my eyes with a piece of cloth and couldn't see anything. Can I play with you?"

"Brother Ming, don't be afraid. We can go back safely. I will be brother Ming's eyes. We can go down the mountain together."

The storm is so strong that every thunder on the mountain on a rainy night makes people frightened. Every drop of rain hits people on the face and body like an ice skate, making people cold, cold and painful.

He carried her on his back, and every step was so difficult. She obviously had no strength, but she was still holding on, telling him the way forward with the sound almost submerged in the rain and thunder.

"Brother Ming, do you know? I heard adults say that if the eyes can't see, move to the cornea and the eyes can see. Everyone has two corneas, so the two eyes can see things. When we are safe, I will give brother Ming a cornea, so that brother Ming and I can see with one eye." Her voice was getting weaker and weaker, but he was getting more and more worried.

I have never resented my invisibility, nor my recklessness to go up the mountain.

She was still talking to him about the direction and the obstacles in front of him. Then suddenly, his feet slipped and the whole person was spinning around. He just hugged her at the moment of falling, and then rolled down together

"Ah!" Han zixie suddenly woke up in a cold sweat.

He dreamed again, dreaming of the scene at that time. In the dream, he may be the most embarrassed time in his life, but in the dream, the little girl he carries on his back is always vague.

That night, he ran up the mountain alone. Originally, he thought he would die on the mountain. In this world, his existence is like dispensable.

But unexpectedly, she would run to the mountain to find him.

Han Zixi got up, took a bath, washed away all the sweat, and then came to the studio.

Few people know that he is good at painting. After his eyes see the light again, he will draw what he sees. It's like proving that you can finally see.

But his paintings have never been made public, so few people know about them.

At the moment, Han zixie picked up the brush and soon a picture of his dream was outlined on the paper. A 15-year-old boy was walking on a mountain road with a 10-year-old girl on his back. There were lightning, thunder and storm everywhere.

Looking at the little girl on the sketch, Han zixie thought of the scene when the other party was pestering him.

At that time, his always quiet days became noisy because of her appearance.