The cold snow melts with the earth as it falls; although it is not as pure as before, it becomes harder when it condenses into ice. (This article is one-on-one, if there are no accidents, the ending will be HE) Early spring. One o'clock in the morning. Because it has been raining in the past few days and the air is humid, I can only hear the "meow" of three or two cats in heat in the middle of the night. Shen Bi tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so she stood up and moved to sit on the sofa, stroking the pattern on the lighter in her hand. The leaves outside the floor-to-ceiling window were dancing in the wind, and suddenly she heard a low voice coming from the other side of the wall. Most of the places where Shen Bi lives are demolished houses. The houses are very old and the sound insulation effect is very poor. But on the other side of the wall, he probably didn't expect that there would be people awake so late. The voices came one after another... The voices gradually became quieter, and the people seemed to have walked away. Shen Bi raised her lips and smiled, took out a cigarette and lit it. In the smoke, the woman's face was blurred. The street lights outside shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shone on the woman's pale face, which was indescribably weird.