In this lonely snow, she and him looked at each other.

Her heart trembled slightly after being caught off guard, and she inexplicably stalled and beat her beat. Is that man... watching her?

But she didn't know him.

...

This cold wind is too bitter.

He couldn't help but tremble all over. He looked at the small figures on the balcony not far away, and the grayish whiteness under his eyelids were filled with thick sadness.

She clearly saw it, but the clear and clear eyes did not fluctuate at all. Surprise, suspicion, curiosity, and curiosity were revealed between her eyebrows and eyes... but there was no joy, enthusiasm, and brightness that she had once stared at him.

Every time she saw him, she would involuntarily raise her lips, giving him the sweetest and most beautiful smile.

Every time, he was happy, as if his heart was filled with colorful rainbow bubbles.

Now, there is nothing more, and it can never be found again.

Her strange eyes were like a sharp sword condensed by snow, which penetrated deeply into his heart, and in the place where he had broken and missing, in his softest and deepest part, deeply, in his softest and deepest part.

The bright red blood flowed out continuously, and the blood stained the snow red, dripping in the wind and snow, unscrupulous.

She really doesn't remember him, she forgets him...

And all of this was caused by him.

His lover, the person he swore to love with his life, and wanted to protect and cherish the people he loved throughout his life... But he never thought that one day the person who hurt her the most was himself, which made her suffer all her grievances, cry dry and she endured such great pain, and finally collapsed.

He once said that he would never hurt her...

She said, Ji Yicheng, just pretended that we had never met and had never loved each other, he heard it, and was almost crazy in his coma...

If she hadn't met him, she would still be the optimistic and positive Jing Qingge, and would still smile brightly like a flower, and her relatives would be with her, and she would be free of disasters and difficulties in her life.

He deserves it, he deserves it...

But what to do, Qingbaoer, even so, I am still ashamed to not want to let go of your hand, and still want to try my best to catch you, what to do...

I have met you, you are my life, how can I give up? How can I give up? Do I want to let me give up?

In the dark eyes, there was already a lonely wasteland. The pain like a tide surged little by little in a clear and sensible way, surging into the limbs and bones.

...

Looking at the person in the heavy snow, Jing Qingge suddenly felt very sad and inexplicably sad.

He was alone, covered in wind and frost, like a layer of gray and white that could never be removed, as if he had isolated him from the whole world, leaving him alone, and could never be comforted or redeemed.

Is he sad?

She was stunned. The snow that was clenched in her hands had already melted. A coldness spread in her palms, as if it penetrated her skin bit by bit and fell on the tip of her heart.

It was so cold that it was in my heart.

Suddenly, with a slight sound, she was startled and came back to her senses. When she looked back, she saw the man walking out of the floor-to-ceiling window door.

"Dog." She sniffed, her voice seemed to be frozen to the point of being hoarse, and then looked across the road outside the villa, "Look, there is a person there."

Shi Mingxun looked at him, his eyes deepened, his eyelids slightly closed for a while, and Ji Yicheng had been standing there all night.
Chapter completed!