Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The witch finally separated the two story lines. She seemed to be very tired after a busy day.

She was sitting on the rocks by the sea, blowing the whistling sea breeze, her foggy gray curly hair intertwined with the hazy moonlight, setting off her snow-white cheeks, alluring and flawless, as if everything was for her. I am so captivated by her beauty that I can no longer tolerate anything else.

She was naked and had her feet soaked in the sea water. Her delicate face was slightly raised, and she was looking at the bright moon in the sky quietly, as if she was missing something, and she was in a trance.

The soft moonlight fell on her thick and curly hair, dyeing it with a light silver color. Her lips were bright red, and her eyes were a light and charming green.

Dressed in a dark red dress, she looked like a saint in a painting, noble and pure, yet charming and incomparably beautiful.

She stared at the crescent moon for a long time, as if time had stood still and stayed at that moment forever.

Finally, the soft and thick eyelashes seemed to tremble, then they lowered their eyelids and slowly hugged their knees.

The red and white feet had been soaked in the sea water for a long time and had become very cold.

She just sat quietly on the rock, hugging her knees, and seemed to feel a little cold.

So, she buried her head silently between her arms.

This is a very insecure position, curled up and huddled together.

Such a person's thin back sat there coldly, as if he had been abandoned by the world, motionless and covered in darkness.

No one was around, not even a hint of warmth.

The witch has had no friends or home after a busy day.

Often live in no fixed place and go anywhere.

She's full of magic, but doesn't seem to want to use it.

It was possible to conjure up a big house that could protect her from the wind and rain, but she just preferred to sit outside alone and endure the cold.

Every time, if she wanted to rest, she would find a place to sit and face the next day.

Day after day passed, and her time seemed to be endless.

The sea breeze blew her long foggy gray hair, not very gently.

The long hair was blown away, and it was so cold that it seemed to turn into frost.

In this way, the lonely witch remained in this posture until dawn.

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a long time later.

As the sun gradually rises in the sky, the radiant morning glow shines on the sparkling sea, and seagulls begin to soar and hunt for their prey.

Along with the sound of all things waking up, the thin figure sitting on the reef moved.

Like a little baby that had just woken up, she slowly raised her head, and her slightly pale face was covered with a layer of clear sunlight under the morning glow.

Her long curly hair half-covered her face, so at this moment only her delicate chin and half of her graceful profile could be seen.

Her exposed light green eyes were slightly narrowed, with no emotion at all.

Perhaps because she had not rested well, her body was a little stiff. She slowly stood up, walked off the rocks, and stepped on the soft sand.

Walking slowly along the coastline, the lonely figure slowly disappeared.

From beginning to end, she never said a word.

But she seems to have someone she misses very much, and there is deep loneliness hidden in her beautiful eyes.