Mu Jinjin hesitated for a few seconds, but slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck.
She slung her leg around his waist and found a comfortable place to stop.
She buried her face in his shoulder, afraid that he would not hear, so she plucked his ear and announced into his ear, "I hold it firm, you can go."
"Hmm."
He carried her forward a few steps, and then smiled and said, "Miss Mu, can you let go of my ears first?"
Mu Jinjin remembered that she was still holding his ear, she stuck out her tongue weakly, and quickly let go of his ear.
"Silly girl."
A doting tone came out of his mouth, making her soft heart thump uncontrollably.
She was a little shy, lowered her eyes to look at the snow on the ground, and watched his shoes make shoe prints on the snow.
The snow was so thick that it almost reached the bare part of his feet.
Every step he took seemed to be difficult, but he didn't relax in the slightest movement of carrying her.
If she hadn't seen how hard he walked out of the snow and into the next snow, she would never have known the disguise behind his strength.
Her eyes were a little moist, and she couldn't bear to look at them again.
She buried her face in the socket of his neck to keep warm, as well-behaved as a child who had just returned home from playing in the snow.
Now the snow has stopped, but the air is extremely cold.
She stole a glance and saw a white cloud in the distance, and a wet patch of grass and wind-beaten shrubs nearby.
Suddenly, a long-lasting and terrible gust of wind, driving away a light rain, turned across the air, and beat her hair drop by drop.
"It's so cold," she shrunk into a ball of fear, her whole body trembling violently.
"Don't be afraid."
He hurriedly put her down, took off his coat and covered her, hugged the weak and helpless her tightly in his arms, and used his own body temperature to warm her.
"I'm here."
He helped her put on the hat of her skirt, but the simple word was a deep-marked promise.
His arms were warm, and she seemed to be hiding in a heater, and soon it was not cold, and her body was warm.
But her boots were soaked, and now her whole foot was unconscious.
She only stood on the ground for a few seconds, her feet as if they didn't belong to her.
She couldn't imagine how he had carried her on his back for more than ten minutes just now.
"It's hard to stand here."
He helped her and told her to put her boots on his own, trying not to get her feet in the snow.
Mu Jin nodded obediently, hugging him and reluctant to speak.
The two hugged each other for a few minutes, and they continued on their way until the wind had stopped.
He was still carrying her as he had done before.
He carried her on his back and walked through the Tuscan town, he carried her on his back, around the lavender-covered flower fields, he carried her on his back and walked through the thorny bushes.
He had heard of a fairy tale when he was a child.
It is rumored that there is a bird in this world, called the Thorn Bird.
It sings only once in its life, and its voice is more beautiful than that of all living beings in the world.
From the moment it leaves its nest, it is looking for the thorn tree.
It didn't rest until it got its wish.
Then it plunges its body into the longest, sharpest thorns, and unleashes its singing voice between the wild branches.
In its dying moments, it transcended its own pain, and its song was enough to ecly the lark and the nightingale.
It was a beautiful song, and it was a dead end.
Just like his love for her.
Only once in a lifetime.
Even if you are broken bones, She is the home of his soul after all.
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