The boy gently held the girl's wrist, and the skin touched. The cold body temperature was like a cold snake suddenly climbing up the wrist. The girl trembled slightly, but still did not withdraw her hand, and just let the boy hold it. "Sometimes I really don't wish I was from the Snow Country." Lu Bai said with a smile in his voice. Qing Chi raised his eyes and saw a fleeting sadness in the young man's emerald eyes. The young man's voice in his ears also became deeper, and the strength on his wrist gradually loosened. "In that case, at least you can be warmer when I hold you." The silence lasted for a moment, just like looking at each other on the ice sea back then. Across the sky of flying snow and a long time, the seeds planted many years ago had already been bloody, and the intricate puzzle was drawn. The eyes of the two people looking at each other were no longer as clean and pure as before.