He finally turned his face to look at him.

The sunlight passing through the three thousand meters of thick clouds came through the small glass window. The flying tiny dust turned the air into a fog-like colloid. The light passed through, leaving a wonderful and bright path, from the upper left corner of the window, 60 degrees downward, along the extension line of the incident angle, hitting straight on Xia Xiqing's chest.

"When the Dingdar effect appeared, the light had a shape." Zhou Ziheng pointed to Xia Xiqing's chest and the corners of his mouth bent slightly.

Xia Xiqing lowered his head blankly, looked at his chest, and followed the path of emitting glimmer, looking at the rose clouds stacked on the corner of the window.

Sensitive and thoughtful, sharp and defensive, were defeated by a small physical phenomenon and turned into a beautiful light that was so beautiful that it was so hard to touch the heart.

Zhou Ziheng, who was half a beat slow, suddenly realized that he had accidentally smiled at Xia Xiqing just now.

After that day, he repeatedly warned himself not to establish too close relationships with him. No matter what kind of relationship it was, he just forgot the set principles again. But he saw Xia Xiqing who was as quiet as a coma in his sleep, and also saw the tears on his eyes as if he opened his eyes, like glass beads.

He didn't know anything about Xia Xiqing, and there was no need to know about it. He always convinced himself like this.

But when he saw the thorns raised after Xia Xiqing woke up, he seemed to see a small rose floating in the clouds.

I wanted to reach out to hold it, but I could only hold the blood marks that were stabbed.

The plane was about to land, and the flight attendant with exquisite makeup was walking in the passage, prompting the precautions when landing. Zhou Ziheng closed the book that he had not read much, and also closed the notebook on the table.

Xia Xiqing finally recovered from that long-lost dream. They left the plane and the afterglow of the sunset enveloped him.

"I'm so hungry." Shang Sirui slept well and discussed the important topics of supper with Ruan Xiao who was walking beside him.

Xia Xiqing looked up at the clouds in a daze, the rose-colored sky, and whether there was any shape of light.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and Xia Xiqing took it out to check it out.

[Model of Morality]: Share pictures.

It was a side view. The Tindal effect caught by chance in the camera, the wonderful background of rose clouds in the glass window, and the side face of my dream.

There was also the tangible light that pierced straight into his chest.

Holding the phone, Xia Xiqing felt a thrill.

He whispered, not looking at the people around him, as if he was talking to the wind, "Why do you take a picture of me?"

The wind also responded to him, with a faint smile that was undetectable.

"I'm not shooting you, it's the Tindal effect."

He clearly refused sternly, but he was unconsciously teasing.

This person is really naive and cunning.
Chapter completed!