Queen Bei looked ahead expressionlessly and touched Xianxian's head, "Xianxian, are you afraid?" Of course she knew that she couldn't say she was scared, otherwise Queen Bei would kill her. Luo Xianxian pushed tears to her eyes and shook her head. That year, she was three years old. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Finally, he pierced Luo Xianxian's chest with a sword. Luo Xianxian lowered his head and murmured: "Sister Huanhuan, I understand, I finally understand..." ———————————————————— The two people holding an umbrella in the rain met again. "Next time we will be enemies." His voice was light but very clear, and it sounded particularly clear in the patter of rain. There was a thunder in the sky, and she smiled, "Yes, we are enemies." The two of them just passed each other, drifting away until they disappeared at the end of the road. ———————————————————— Sister Yin fell into a deep sleep, and Sister Huanhuan's decisive and miserable back disappeared into the vast white world. Many years later, Luo Xianxian remembered a sentence she once said: "The gentlest one in the world is Sister Yin, and the greediest and most beautiful one must be Sister Huanhuan."