The snow in the Baiqing Mountains extends from the ice below the horizon to the clouds in the sky. The large blocks of white make it impossible to see the end or hope.
"I... I must find her." The young man breathed into his hands and rubbed them hard until there was a little blood on his hands.
He dragged his steps slowly, just like a camel in the desert, but the camel was struggling to survive in the wind and sand, while he was dying in the ice and snow.
He walked forward step by step, trailing behind him a long series of footprints, but these footprints were soon swallowed up by the heavy snow. The so-called cycle started over again.
The injury I suffered a few days ago seems to be a little painful in these cold days...
Perhaps only in this half-dream and half-awake state could he reappear her face in front of his eyes... That soft but cold face, and those calm, water-cut eyes.
"I hate you...?" He murmured, "Qin Yijue... Qin Yijue..."
How should I hate you?
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