Chapter 1017 Angels and Demons (19)

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Put it together, inexplicably feels like a couple's bracelets.

Fusheng blinked her eyes, raised her head, and said softly to Little Caleb,

"Brother, I'll give it to you."

"Cessia's gift for my brother~"

Michael was stunned.

His beautiful ice-blue pupils looked at her quietly, then slowly lowered, staring at his red rope.

The little girl has one too.

with his,

very……

The young boy's curled eyelashes trembled,

His white cheeks puffed up, and then he said "hmm" in a low voice.

No emotion can be seen on the face,

only,

The clear and flawless soft eyes, quietly, kept staring at the bracelet, which seemed to be bent.

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since then,

Fusheng became keen on making various things for her big baby,

Although her hands are not so fine and can't do much,

But still enthusiastic, very happy.

When Fusheng was four years old,

She is already proficient at weaving wreaths.

so,

She weaves a wreath for Michael every day.

It's actually weird for a half-old boy to wear a wreath,

But Michael was quiet and did not resist,

She would wear whatever she gave him, and he was so obedient.

When Fusheng was five years old, it was the age when she was most likely to be lively and active.

Already able to run and jump around.

She was with Michael and could only sit for a short time every day.

Her physical nature forced her to run and jump from time to time, otherwise, she would not be able to calm down and sit down.

Michael is ten years old,

Still like to stay in the corner.

He seldom kneads soil anymore,

However, I still make a small clay sculpture every day and give it to Fusheng.

In the small box of Fusheng, there are many small clay sculptures.

Because there are too many

It took her nearly ten boxes to barely finish the clay sculpture.

As for the most important clay sculpture, she carefully placed it in the box and took it out to have a look at it from time to time.

Michael looks more and more beautiful,

Although he is only ten years old,

But when the long snow-silver hair hangs down, it makes him more pure and unparalleled, noble and holy,

Like an angel, she is so pure and beautiful.

When she was a child, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were long open, like the most noble angel on the scroll, her complexion was as white as jade, and her lips were bright red.

Under the light of the sun, the icy blue pupils faintly reflected the rippling waves of the sea, which was shockingly beautiful and extremely pure.

The aura on his body is peaceful, with a bit of purity that cannot be desecrated by others,

He always lowered his eyes quietly, looking at the book,

Like a lonely man far away from the mundane world,

Just silently immersed in his own world, unable to extricate himself.

Only when a little girl with red eyes and black hair ran over,

He will come out of the world of books,

Then, quietly looked at her.

Fusheng weaved another bunch of garlands as usual,

This time it was a blue unknown flower, one by one wrapped around the wreath, very beautiful.

Fusheng put it on for him.

Snow silver long hair with a light blue garland,

It looks like a touch of blue on the capped cliffs, which looks very pleasing to the eye.

Fu Sheng squatted down, looked at Michael, smiled softly,

at last,

She gave him a sip familiarly, the voice of the little milk remained the same,

"Brother, you look so pretty~"

"..." Michael was silent for a moment,

Finally, the white face slowly turned red,

The icy blue pupils also seemed to bend,