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被师门背叛以后，我却被万人敬仰
Ghosts And Fairies Don't Love
On the snowy New Year's Eve, the prosperity of Yanghua Street is incompatible with his thin shadow. Su Jiu clutched the few remaining copper coins and slowly lost her warmth in the biting wind and snow. Finally, he fell outside the light, like a discarded piece of filth, dragged into a dark alley and buried in the snow. On the distant Qingyu Peak, the bonfire was warming and the grilled fish was fragrant. His classmates were chatting and laughing around the firelight, until that name was accidentally mentioned - suddenly tearing open the warmth like an invisible crack. Master Xian Liuyue lowered his eyes and wiped his hands, and his tone was calm but decisive: "Since he has entered the devil's way, he is no longer my disciple." Only the wind heard her unfinished words, and only the snow remembered the half piece of candy that the young man once held tightly in his palm. From the bustling market to the peak of Xianmen, from the warm bonfire to the dark alley, a heavy snow buried a name, but it could not hide the echoes scattered in the wind, the temperature frozen in the snow, and the clear and unfamiliar eyes that looked at him after a long awakening. --The coldest thing in the world is never snow.
On the snowy New Year's Eve, the prosperity of Yanghua Street is incompatible with his thin shadow. Su Jiu clutched the few remaining copper coins and slowly lost her warmth in the biting wind and snow. Finally, he fell outside the light, like a discarded piece of filth, dragged into a dark alley and buried in the snow. On the distant Qingyu Peak, the bonfire was warming and the grilled fish was fragrant. His classmates were chatting and laughing around the firelight, until that name was accidentally mentioned - suddenly tearing open the warmth like an invisible crack. Master Xian Liuyue lowered his eyes and wiped his hands, and his tone was calm but decisive: "Since he has entered the devil's way, he is no longer my disciple." Only the wind heard her unfinished words, and only the snow remembered the half piece of candy that the young man once held tightly in his palm. From the bustling market to the peak of Xianmen, from the warm bonfire to the dark alley, a heavy snow buried a name, but it could not hide the echoes scattered in the wind, the temperature frozen in the snow, and the clear and unfamiliar eyes that looked at him after a long awakening. --The coldest thing in the world is never snow.