Su Yuanqing sometimes wonders, if she had not dreamed of the bloody white figure on her clothes, and had not heard the whisper of the autumn cold, would she have continued to deceive herself and others as always, believing as always that there was no winter snow that melted before her eyes in her world...
Although it all seems so pale and feeble...
"Luoluo, you owe me a life, so I'm here to pick you up."
"I once naively thought that you would come to pick me up, so that I wouldn't have to face him or the glass shards etched into my bones... But you made it all a joke."
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