"Muxue, after the concave-convex competition is over, your hatred will disappear... Then where are you going..."
"Pfft... What are you thinking! The concave-convex competition is not something that can be done so easily!"
At this point, the girl's eyes dimmed and she whispered softly, "Besides, you and I don't know if we can go out yet..."
"Yes..."
The butterfly in winter swears to the snow that it will protect this world covered by white.
Because it is the messenger of winter. What's white underneath isn't necessarily still white.
The secret of winter is no longer a mystery. Because I swore to you.
The girl's eyes were unmistakable, "I can foresee that..."
I can foresee that our agreement will come true and my vow will come true...
"... Haha... Let's do our best then!"
The long red hair is like the passion in her heart, and the ice blue eyes are like a pure soul.
"You... Finally made some progress... You don't need to worry about me anymore..."
The beloved of the gods is no longer dazzling, it is a twilight land covered with snow.
"Hey... Really..."
The white butterfly stands on the branch, showing the despair and arrogance of the ruthless game.
"Pfft..." The silver-haired girl smiled and poked her forehead where her red hair was hidden.
But white snow butterflies, remember - God is the beginning and the end.