"Qianye... If I were not Hong Xiuli's sister... Wouldn't you look at me, my second young master... Goodbye, Hongyan will never appear here again..." Hongyan finally looked back at the snowy cherry that had existed for thousands of years. Under the tree, a crimson man stretched out his pale Yun Danfengqing held up her hand, and the smile on her mouth was slightly tinged with a hint of despair and madness. "Hongyan... I'm here to pick you up..." Hongyan just wiped away her tears and said in her mouth. She was hallucinating that the voice of a man Ning came from the distance. Hongyan quickened her pace, but she didn't notice that the crimson man under the snowy cherry tree slowly became transparent, with pain in his eyes.