The world of hazy snow and white paper covers the world full of tears. The faint mist can't see its color in this empty world. It's just apologetic words, which makes people feel even more heartbreaking. Countless tears slid across the shallow eyes, wetting the cheek that had just been caressed, and shattering the rough palms that were stroking their cheeks.

It's so cold, it seems like I'm back to the street where I'm fighting for food with wild dogs...

The white world is so white, the vicissitudes of gray fill the remnants of white, the gray world where there is no sound, and the thin body is frozen in the deep cold.

Why do you apologize and say, sorry, don’t you know that these three words have the power to hurt people’s hearts. If you don’t kill the Lord, why do you deny the meaning of white existence again and again...

If you don't cut it, you may not understand it, or if you have never understood the girl's heart, you only know that the tears in front of you are constantly gushing out. The reason for the gushing out is only myself. The coldness of the Snow Country has penetrated into the crystal tears, hitting the back of your hand, wetting the gloves with their fingers, and oozing into the skin with the coldness, allowing you to feel the real coldness.

In the white world, what is needed is not the sweet care between lovers, not the so-called love, nor the hurtful "sorry", but just staying silently by the person in need, even if you treat yourself as a so-called "tool", as long as there is an affirmed meaning, perhaps, it is enough. That holy smile only blooms in the white world, even if the blood wets the boundaries of the white photo frame...

The broken paper-like snowflakes hit the face without slashing, and brought a little coldness on the bandage. They stared at the girl in front of them, and sobbed in depression. They only knew that their words hurt the untainted white again. They thought that if they knew about themselves, they would cause less harm to the people around them. In fact, they were still the bastard who thought the world was turning for themselves. The snowflakes were really heavy. They floated on their backs, and seemed much heavier than the beheading sword...

No longer cut open the coat that was draped on his body, and let the warm black fall on the white ground. The beheading sword was tiredly inserted into the snow as the coat fell. His knees were inexplicably weak. With a "puff--" sound, No cut fell on the snow and fell deeply into the loose snow.

Hearing the sound of Bai, he gently raised his cheeks full of tears, and only felt a pair of powerful arms wrapping around his body. The neck with white bandages reflected in his pupils was vaguely felt a few warm tears drops hitting his cheeks that were frozen a little numb. The cold face was pressed against his shoulders. Bai instinctively wanted to push away and hold him, but his powerful arms tightly wrapped around Bai's body. The slightly vibrato words sounded gently in Bai's ears: "Bai... don't... cry again..."

"Wow...Wow..." The white body trembled slightly, and finally the suppressed baffle was shattered by fragility, and she cried out unrestrainedly. The tender crying sounded on the white snow. The white snowflakes hit the eyes that could not be cut, slowly melting, as if tears were shaking off between the girl's hair in her arms...

The tears were a little beautiful, and the white hair was a little messy because of the shaking. If you didn't cut it, gently stroked it to your eyes. Feeling that hint of wetness, have you cried? Maybe it's just a trace of melting snowflakes...

Bai whimpered and rubbed the marks on Zaibuzhan's shoulders. The view of his forehead was blocked by his hair was a little blurred. Only the warmth and persistent trace of the cheeks had been painted, as if it was solidified on his face. Is this, Lord Zaibuzhan, crying for Bai?

Pictures flashed through Bai's mind. I remember the gift I hadn't received for a long time. A white bear handed it to me with fine water droplets. Even if my hands were broken, I would not abandon myself if I didn't kill the adults. I, really, can I always protect myself like a beheading sword?

Zabuzhan gently hugged Bai, quietly inserted the tip of his nose into Bai's hair, sniffed the slight fragrance, suppressed his trembling heart, and said softly: "Bai, you are mine, you can only stay by my side..." Zabuzhan spitted out no reason, some chaotic words, perhaps, the words were a little messy, but this sentence was indeed what Bai needed.

Gently raised his delicate little face, with tears marks, and the little face that was red from the frozen red smiled. The chuckling broke the silence of the white. The neck of Bai, who was buried in Bai's head, greedily breathed the girl's body fragrance. The slight itch brought by the breath made Bai smile. Bai's slightly hoarse voice sounded beside Aibu Wushou: "Will Master Bai Xiang beheaded with him forever?"

Zaibuzhan breathed deeply the fragrance of her white neck, and said vaguely, just secretly replenishing it in her heart. As long as I still have the strength to keep you by my side, Zaibuzhan murmured softly: "Will you give everything for me?"

I couldn't hear clearly, but I was deeply imprinted in my heart by Bai. My young heart gradually made a deep mark on the deep mark, and I secretly murmured in my heart: "I will always be by your side like a tool, and I will never kill the adults..." I was confused because I dared not speak randomly anymore. Bai, it was just Bai, maybe, it belonged to me, but, after all, she is not a substitute doll. Even if she can't give her love, even as a tool, I will keep you by my side. Although I don't want to say the three words that hurt you again, I'm really sorry, Bai...

I took the big knife to cut my back and took a look at the coat soaked in snow on the ground, wiped off the crying marks on my white face, and pulled Bai Xiang to continue walking towards this white road. The snowflakes fell on my thin clothes, causing a burst of coldness, not much discomfort, but a kind of clearness that penetrates my heart...

Snow Realm Village, like its name, stands on the border of the Snow Kingdom. As the gateway for goods to enter and exit, it can be said to be one of the richest towns in the Snow Kingdom. The weather in Snow Kingdom makes it destined to be covered with suppressed white like the ordinary Snow Kingdom village. Zabuzhan looked at the marks flowing down from the trees on the roadside. The No. 13 mark, it seems that the ghosts of all sizes have arrived here, and shook the newly worn gray coat on their bodies.

Touching her coat, Zabuzhen looked at the white that followed her, and a light smile appeared on the corner of her mouth under the bandage. It has been a long time since I felt like I was being taken care of...

Perhaps because he noticed the look of Wuzhang, Bai secretly put his hand into the sleeves of the long coat. Although Bai sewn bear fur coat was very strong, he was a child after all. The small needle still flowed into several small pinholes on the white and tender fingers. Zaibuzhang touched the thick bear fur coat on his body, looked at the bald collar on the white coat, gently pulled Bai into his arms, and slowly walked towards the Xuejie Village...

The heavy trunks of the iron tree support the stones and build a solid but not very tall city wall. The white snow painted a layer of white paint on this fortress, which was not a fortress, and brought some magnificence to these simplicity.

As a remote small country, Snow Country did not charge travelers for the city fee, and successfully took Bai to Xuejie Village. Looking at the sporadic pedestrians on the streets of Snow Country, I couldn't help but sigh at the economic gap between small and big countries. This kind of town that can be considered prosperous in Snow Country is similar to an ordinary town in the Snow Country. The weather in Snow Country really restricts its development. How can a country that has no warm environment to plant crops, and rely on exporting gems and buying food to maintain it?

Following the hidden marks on the roadside, Zabuzhan led Bai to the entrance of a not-so-large hotel. The entrance to clear the stone steps was relatively clean. Zabuzhan hugged Bai into the hotel. The owner of the hotel came over enthusiastically and asked with a smile on his face: "Guest, do you need any service? In the Snow Country, our store is one of the few hotels with hot springs."

Nonshou, I stroking my hair that was somewhat congested. I have been traveling in the wet Snow Country for many days and haven't cleaned it. I really should have cleaned it. Nonshou took out a stack of money from my arms and ordered: "Come to the best house and take us to the hot springs."

The boss took the money he took out with a charming smile, signaling the waiter behind him to serve him well.

The waiter was a young girl, somewhat pretty. She skillfully picked up a tray from the platform, held two bath towels, led Zai Buzhan and Bai, and walked to the backyard of the hotel. The waiter pushed open the door of a double hot spring. Zai Buzhan looked at the pretty good environment, handed out a piece of paper money, and signaled her to leave.

Zaibuzhan took off his clothes that had not been changed for many days, threw them on the stone steps, and slowly approached the hot springs that were steaming. Bai's face turned red, hesitated for a moment, slowly took off his clothes, his delicate and delicate body was exposed to the slightly cold air, Zaibuzhan held his eyes at Bai's body. Although Bai had not developed at all and had no flaws on his body, Zaibuzhan couldn't help but fall in love for a moment. He shook his head and drove away the distracting thoughts in his mind. Zaibuzhan said softly: "Come down, Bai..."

Bai obediently walked into the hot spring. The warm spring water soaked the white skin, and the heat rising made Bai's cheeks even more red. He no longer cut off the bandages tied to his face, lying on the hot spring pool, enjoying the warm spring water to drive away the fatigue, and signaling Bai to come over. The hot spring water that was not very deep had just flooded Bai's chest. Bai slowly moved his body in the hot spring pool, leaning gently on Zabuzhan's body, feeling the skin touching his body, and gently holding up a handful of spring water, sprinkling it on Bai's head, and gently rubbing her white hair.

Bai turned around, and his little face raised raised a satisfying and heartbreaking smile. Bai knelt gently on his legs that could not be cut, so that the spring water would not be flooded, and walked in. He held the warm spring water with his little hands, soaking the messy hair that could not be cut. The two cleaned each other's bodies and enjoyed the rare moment of tranquility in this chaotic world...

Bai Fuzhan was resting with his blushing face. Looking at Zai Buzhan who was squinting his eyes and resting, he secretly thought that if he had been with Lord Zai Buzhan, he would be so happy...
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