Wenxue only has three things.
A canteen left to her by her grandfather, her elderly grandmother, and the frostbite that accompanies her every winter.
So when Zhou Yue appeared, her world obviously became different.
The two years of entanglement with Zhou Yue were the only vivid time in Wen Xue's twenty-three years of life.
The night before Zhou Yue left Baiyun Town, he pinched the back of her neck, rubbed her sweaty neck, sniffed the end of her hair, and asked, "I'm leaving tomorrow, do you have anything to say to me?"
Wen Xue's clear eyes were a little bitter. She lowered her head and saw the frostbite on her little finger.
In the past, all ten fingers would grow, but Zhou Yue had taken good care of him in the past two years, but the little finger still grew.
Frostbite is not completely healed, just like her life.
She blinked her increasingly sour eyes, and two black spots suddenly appeared on the ground.
Zhou Yue's movements became more and more fierce, urging her to answer.
Wen Xue suppressed all her emotions and pretended not to care when she spoke: "I wish you... Find a husband and live a happy life in the future."
Zhou Yue stopped, his voice as cold as the snow outside: "Is this what you mean?"
Wen Xue said yes.
Zhou Yue pulled away, with no warmth on his face: "Wen Xue, you are careless."
The door slammed shut.
Wen Xue raised his hand, and his frostbitten little finger was itching terribly.
She scratched for a long time, until the skin was broken and bleeding, and she couldn't stop itching. In the end, a piece of flesh was cut off, and the excruciating itch turned into pain.
My heart also felt a tearing pain, which turned into a sore in the winter.
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