It was snowing heavily on the day he came back, and the place that belonged to him was completely covered with no color at all. He felt a little mocked inexplicably, as if he was laughing at the white coldness of his infatuation for so long. Maybe the sound of white snow stepping on the snow was also mocking his feelings. The shocking red on the snow at the end summed up his incomplete affection.
A slightly hollow female voice sounded from behind: "You're still back."
Unable to hold on any longer, he knelt on the ground without even a smile in response. He could only watch the blood slowly blooming into a gorgeous flower under his body.
"Yeah, I'm back."
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