Chiaki reached out and wanted to touch the wings.Her fingertips landed on a feather and felt a cold sensation that ran down her fingertips to her heart.It seems to be bright and bright, but in fact it has a piercing coldness.Qianqiu didn't care about such coldness, and wanted to pull one down.If peacock feathers are delicate and gorgeous, then such feathers are even more noble and elegant.Like.She didn't just want to pull one out, she wanted to take the whole little brother home.Chiaki lowered her eyes and tried to pull at the feather."
Hmm......" she heard a small voice sound.Immediately afterwards, the wings moved slightly, as if resisting her plucking of feathers.After Chiaki let go of her hand, she pressed against the ice coffin and waited for her little brother to wake up.However, the wings soon did not move at all, and it seemed to fall into a deep sleep again.Qianqiu sighed, reached out and pulled another handful of feathers, and said, "If you don't get up again, I'm leaving." ”The voice fell.As if hearing her words, the wings finally fluttered slightly, slowly opening a gap.Chiaki followed the gap and looked inside.The faint light of the room shone into it, and a figure was vaguely outlined.The huge pale golden wings slowly spread.A figure gradually revealed.He was dressed in a white robe, without any embellishment, only gold patterns wrapped around the edges, delicate and gorgeous.The slender and white hands are folded together, like carved delicate jade, as if exuding a faint fluorescence.His long black hair, soft and slender, contrasted with his pale skin, and inexplicably had an aura of ascetic temptation.The facial features are deep, the lips are tightly pursed, and the color is light.With a hazy sense of distance, the temperament that exudes is like a god high above, and it cannot be blasphemed.Just look closely, and with a sense of immature youth.It's like a holy god in a mythological story, and like a beautiful boy in a comic.His pristine white robe was slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbones and slender neck.There are also black shackles, which are firmly locked around slender necks.For example, on a delicate and perfect painting, that flaw is particularly conspicuous.Chiaki's gaze fell on the shackles, and her fingers tapped at the edge of the ice coffin.She was reluctant to lock up her little brother, and someone else did it first.It's really boring.She reached out to remove the shackles.When his fingers landed on his collarbone, he was suddenly pinched by a cold hand.The man lying in the ice coffin finally woke up.Chiaki looked at him.His eyelashes were long and thick, and they slowly opened as they trembled.The moment the young man's eyes opened, it was as if a faint streamer was passing by, dazzling.Followed by.He opened his eyes completely.Those delicate eyes were crystal clear, and the golden honey-colored pupils were glowing with a shallow luster.His eyes were still a little hazy, and he looked at the person in front of him with a little defensiveness and vigilance.The boy blinked, and subconsciously whispered, "You ......"
His voice was still a little hoarse, like a newborn cub, soft and without any aggression.Chiaki whispered, "It's me." ”Raphael heard the girl's voice, paused, and subconsciously let go of his hand.He stared at the person in front of him, as if to confirm something, and there was a shallow stream of light in those golden eyes, like a river of stars.Chiaki smiled lightly and rubbed his long silky hair.