
Chang'an Covered with Snow
by Is A Ball
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He is always only in the dark corner, conveying the most obscure love. The candles were burning brightly, and only a string of wax sounds could be heard among the sparse sounds. However, the subtle sounds in the silent room made her tremble. She clutched the white jade knife tightly, and her eyes were colder than the blade. The man lying on the couch reached out and removed the blade from her hand heavily. It was the thirteenth year of Yan'an, the eve of the Shangyuan Festival. It had snowed heavily during the day, and there was a thick layer of snow on the ground. His eyes were very serious: "The future of me and you depends on the blade in your hand, and there is no room for any mistakes." She held the jade blade a little heavier in her hand, and she looked at the man coldly. If the sword was struck, it would end his life and end this absurd and unnecessary life. He closed his eyes and lay quietly next to her: "It's been ten years, I should have suffered enough." "I must seize power." He paused and softened his voice. For a moment, his voice became empty and sad again: "Kill me? You can't." "We have the best future." The final future? What does that look like? That night, the wind was as cold as snow.
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