Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 115

A cold wind blew in the face of a cold wind stabbing the stock, Rosemary's body could not help but shiver.

Ellen heard a voice behind her, turned her head and saw Rosemary standing behind her with his jacket, went up and said gently, "It's cold, why are you running out?"

"I saw you came out with only a shirt on, I was afraid you'd be cold, so I brought you a jacket!" Rosemary said as she handed her the jacket to her.

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In the deepest part of the forest, a silvery laughter came from inside the wooden hut, was it interspersed with the roar of an orangutan.

"Edmund, so you were so naughty as a child!" Fiona sat by the fire and listened to Edmund tell their heroic story.

Edmund smiled and said, "At that time, the family was forced to do a variety of different training every day, so whenever you do not want to go, you will hide from the family, secretly miss school?"

Fiona listened to all feel so exciting, really can not see Edmund or a person like this, if follow him to play together, must be very exciting every day.

"So what happens if someone in your family finds out you're missing?" Fiona asked curiously.

"That would be a big deal, my dad would call all the family to come and look for me, and every time I was found, I would have to get a stick!" Edmund remembering the old days is a pang of bitterness.

If grandfather had not insisted that he do what he wanted to do, perhaps today he would not have met Wilson, did not meet Wilson, it would not have been possible to meet Rosemary, all thought of this, he still feels very lucky.

Fiona heard Edmund go back to be beaten, a face of heartache, "How can your father spare really beat you ah!"

Edmund laughed and reached out to touch her head, "You think everyone is like you, when you do something wrong, your grandfather won't even spare you a beating!"

"Although grandpa doesn't beat me, but every time I do something wrong, I have to be forced to learn those spells handed down from the family, that's even more cruel than being beaten, okay?" When Fiona thought of those, her brow furrowed.

Edmund saw her talking so horribly and was curious to ask, "What exactly did your grandfather make you learn that you hate so much? You can tell big brother about it, maybe I can even give you ideas?"

Fiona heard Edmund asked her, she was a little overwhelmed, grandfather has always told her not to let others know their identity, or there will be an extinction disaster.

Looking at Edmund's expectant eyes, Fiona said helplessly, "Edmund, I can't talk about it, Grandpa won't let me talk to anyone, he said he's afraid that people with wrong hearts will know about it and it will harm our tribe!"

Listening to these words of Fiona, more confirmed their thoughts, it seems that what is written in the tree book is true, if that is the case, then they are now in, if those who have the intention to know, will not harm Fiona and them.

"Fiona, big brother will only ask you one question, you just need to nod or shake your head, okay?" Edmund looked at Fiona with a heavy face and said.

"Are you the legendary White Village Nation?"

Edmund looked at Fiona, only to see her nod gently, still a little excited inside.

Fiona wondered how Edmund knew how he knew who they were, not the [ill-intentioned] person Grandpa said he was!

Meeting Fiona's wary eyes, Edmund said to her, "Fiona, you don't have to be nervous, I mean you no harm!"

"Then how do you know who we are?" Fiona still voiced the doubts in her mind.

"This is a friend and I saw in an ancient book inside, at first we did not know that this is the Misty Forest, until we accidentally broke into the last time you saved us that snake python formation, Ellen and I only began to suspect that this is the Misty Forest that disappeared for thousands of years!" Edmund forgot to glance at Fiona said.

Fiona looked at Edmund with her hands on her cheeks, then asked, "And how did you guess that I was a descendant of the White Mountain Village?"

"I guessed this one, just thought since you can freely travel through the misty forest, and also know so many celestial changes and you say all kinds of weird words, guess?" Edmund did not hold great hope at that time, just did not think that Fiona this child is too simple, so that he set out.

"Ah, Edmund you actually told me it was a guess, you ......" Fiona was so angry with him that she could hardly speak.

Edmund saw Fiona's exasperated little face and laughed as if he was having fun on the sidelines.

Fiona covered her face, really silly to home, so that people will give people to set out the words, really shame dead.

"Oooh ......"

Edmund sat down next to Fiona and said to her, "Fiona, don't feel ashamed, it's just you and me, no third person will know!"

"Eh?"

Fiona looked at Edmund speechlessly, is this also a comforting word?

Oh ......

Edmund received that breathless look from Fiona and reached up to touch the tip of his nose.

Fiona did not pay attention to Edmund, eyes through the window looking out, outside the window heavy snow, like a butterfly, white feathers in the darkness of the glittering light.

"It's starting to snow!"

Edmund followed her gaze and saw gooseflesh drifting outside the window, like a child playing there.

"I wonder how Ellen and Rosemary and the others are doing?" Edmund muttered as he looked out the window at the drifting snow.

Fiona looked up at Edmund's handsome face and gently asked, "Edmund, do you like Rosemary?"

"The first encounter, has been destined to this life of no fate, just wish her a good life, is enough!"

Edmund did not answer Fiona, his eyes still looking out the window, as if he was talking to Fiona, and as if he was muttering to himself.

Looking at Edmund's eyes flowing sorrow, slowly haloed in the bottom of the eyes, the corners of the lips are full of bitterness.

The silence in the room can only hear the sound of "zipping" coming from the fire, cutting through the silence in the room.

Fiona silently recited this sentence in her heart, she didn't really understand the meaning of this sentence at that time, but only after many years did she understand the deep meaning inside this sentence.

"Edmund, I don't really understand hey, but I think you like Rosemary?" Fiona thought about it as her small hands fiddled with her hair.

Edmund turned his face to look at Fiona's childlike heart, can't help but in the heart of deep blessing, really hope that she will always be so happy, happy.

"You're so young, do you know what it is to like?" Edmund looked at her with amusement.

"In a few days I'll have turned eighteen, who said I was small?" Fiona said discontentedly, her small mouth lifting slightly upward in dissatisfaction.