Mu Qing

"If I give you another chance, will you still come with me?" The man looked at the woman dressed in red standing in the snow, his eyes full of expectation, or perhaps worry. The vast world looks so lonely amidst the white snow, but this red dress is the most dazzling touch. "I didn't do it before, and I still don't do it now!" The woman replied firmly. "Have you ever regretted it?" The man was unwilling to ask her once and turned around to leave. The woman stopped but did not look back, "I regret that I ever met you." The man watched her gradually move away from him, his eyes seemed to be frozen by snow and ice, cold, hollow, and powerless. What exactly do you want me to do? A tear slid down the woman's face into the corner of her mouth. Her originally bloodless face looked particularly pale against the red dress. I don't want you to do anything.