Bai Nanzhi always has a recurring dream. In the dream, he is in a strange place. A huge magnolia tree occupies most of his field of vision. Under the flowers before the moon, he lies in the arms of the lingering fragrance, but he can never see the face of that person clearly.
He raised his head and wanted to touch the blurry face, but the other party gently held his wrist. In the haze, the other party came close to his ear, and sprayed extremely ambiguous words into his ear with every breath. He heard him say:
"Don't think of me."
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It was winter. Bai Nanzhi looked at the melted ice crystal in his hand. The coolness coming from his palm made him slightly awake. It seemed that it was also in such a winter that he was picked up by Xie Jingxiao with a sigh of relief. From then on, the long snow was the prelude and the frost paper was the basis.
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The gentle and coquettish "Fox" × the calm and ruthless "Venomous Snake"
Intention: growth