Winter Comes, and Snow Is in the Air. Could I Take You With Me?

I once possessed the most unfathomable skills in the world. In all the jianghu, there was only one person who dared to look down on me.

When that one and only person was gone, I finally realized that the only life I had ever known had lost its luster, too. What people call the summit is nothing more than the longing of those who gaze up at it, unaware of loneliness. There is no summit, only endless solitude. What people call seeking defeat is my realization at last that I don't have to be alone. In this vast world, you'll always be there, making sure I'm no longer the only one.

The cold bird flies away, and my beloved seems to return.

[A short story, posted all at once]

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