Pedestrians on the road were coming and going, all kinds of people, with different smells and different steps, but Benimaru was sure that the breath of the person he was most familiar with remained among them, just like he was sure to hear Shiro's leaving footsteps at that moment. No one in the world was more familiar with those footsteps than him. They had appeared in the vast snowy fields and outside the narrow door. The different sounds conveyed the same message to him. Juro always likes to leave quietly, so even in the coldest and most tiring night, Benimaru can't sleep peacefully. He is afraid that if one day he fails to hear Juro's departure, then he will never find Juro. He couldn't count how many times such steps had sounded in the dark night, and he hurriedly ran out. Fortunately, he saw Shi Luo's back slowly walking toward the end of the night. It was far away from him, but fortunately he could definitely catch up, so he followed quickly. Shi Luo would stop silently for a while, turning his head to look at him with an expression that he couldn't understand. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped talking. Then he would happily accept the luggage Juro unceremoniously threw at him. He spent many such nights in fear, even the smallest footsteps from Shiluo could make him wake up in an instant.
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