In the third year of Shi'an, the snow fell heavily, the wind was biting, and everything was sad.
On this day, he, who had been proud for two lifetimes, could not withstand the biting cold after all. The pride he once had was shattered at this moment, and he cried.
"Xu Anzhi, what if that person is me?" What if the person accompanying you is me? He looked at the woman in front of him with hope that he had never seen before.
"Song Yanxiao, you have to know that there are no ifs." He looked at her picturesque face, just like the girl who always smiled when he first saw her.
Looking at her, the light in Song Yanxiao's eyes gradually disappeared. At this moment, he admitted that he had lost, completely.
Motto: Love never disappears