The city of Bulow has never had a cycle of seasons. The melting and falling pieces of snow cover the original appearance of the city. The strong wind screams at the top of its lungs, rolling up dry branches and powdered snow and flying high into the sky, like an arrogant lunatic who has just escaped from custody and wants to devour and annihilate everything.
"For you, what's the difference between me and them?" Lan Ming raised his finger lightly, and the fire instantly spread throughout the room. The beating flames climbed up the corners of her clothes and were reflected in her blue pupils. For the first and last time, Lan Ming's eyes felt warm.
She smiled softly and said his name, sounding like relief and sighing.
"I'll give you whatever you want."
"Now, all you want is me."
"I'll give it to you."
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