"He Xiao, we are so funny like this, but we are also very happy, although we are different." Chen Ruinan's vague voice came faintly. He Xiao opened his eyes suddenly, but Chen Ruinan's thin figure was not in his eyes. There was only a piece of white snow. "Chen Ruinan, are you still there? Can we still be the same as before?" He Xiao looked at the dark sky, with a hint of self-deprecation at the corner of his mouth. The smile, that smile was always raging at the corner of He Xiao's mouth. "Oh, we are always like this, one person comes and another person leaves." He Xiao walked quietly towards the front without direction. Quietly and silently, the footprints on the snow were covered by layers of thin snow until they disappeared. Only the lonely smell of He Xiao in the air proved that He Xiao had been here before, just like it proved that He Xiao had lived before, that's all. . . . . .