The water in the Lilan River always flows in such an endless stream, as if it has forgotten the memory of the past and just keeps flowing towards the sea.
In such a cold season, there is a man lying on the thin ice of the river with one hand on his jaw, looking at the endless river of ice and rocks.
A gust of wind swept past, carrying the other end of the red belt tied around his waist into the air, but at the moment when he was unable to grab it, the red satin fell down in fine pieces.
The man was still in the same posture, as if he had been lying there since ancient times.
The snow in the cold winter goes its own way.
The strange thing is that whenever it floats around him, it melts and loses its trace.
Therefore, he still maintained that spotless posture lying on the newly frozen river.
Quietly, quietly.
The wind and snow stopped.
It probably feels like it's all in vain, because that person who is as cold as the moon will not be moved by anything.
However, just when the world fell silent, he sighed slowly and gently stroked the thin ice with his pale fingertips.
In fact, it was not an ordinary ice stone.
If you look carefully, you will find a woman wrapped in the translucent ice stone, facing up and looking up.
The woman's face was surprisingly beautiful. Against the unclear ice layer, she looked as beautiful as a celestial being. But on such a charming face, there was an expression of surprise and even horror. Those beautiful eyes were wide open, as if they were about to break through the ice and bite the snow-white neck of the man in front of him.