In the night wind, she was like a crying lily, shedding her most stingy and thrilling tears. She tightened her top, the biting cold wind penetrated her, and there was a cold pain in her fingers, which also became numb. Her face was as white as paper, and her black eyes stared blankly forward. Tears, one drop, two drops, penetrated his back through the air, but there was no reaction from him in front of him. He didn't know that there was a cold woman in this silent world, staring deeply at him, mourning...