"Do you have a dream?"
"No."
"Do you have faith?"
"No."
Suddenly, the ice blade drew an arc. Yuan Rui folded her arms and tilted her head habitually, "Aren't you tired of lying all the time?"
What responded to her was still his lonely back, seemingly alone and dead, but she knew how much explosive power was hidden in him. Even if he was slovenly, leaning in the most inconspicuous corner, covering up all his edges, he was still terrifying and could not be ignored.
Yuan Rui didn't care about his attitude. It wasn't the first time anyway. She took a deep breath and turned around, folding her arms, raising her head slightly, and then her body rotated, swung and jumped.
Mu Zhishan put his hands in his trouser pockets, his hoodie covered his handsome face, and his messy hair covered his half-closed eyes. He was placed in the dark, impenetrable, exuding an unconcealed dangerous aura. He watched her fall and get up again and again, just like every time before.
Later, after all, he still couldn't "beat" her, so he simply cut his hair, shaved off his unruly beard, took off his sweat-smelling clothes, threw away the darkness, and stood proudly on the ice. The aura hidden in his bones was half suppressed and half released, full of confidence, and his coquettish lips were slightly pursed. He was unparalleled and elegant.
That winter, the five-star red flag was flying again, dazzlingly beautiful.
Mission: Fight with passion and never give up