At night, time passed quietly.

The wind was howling outside, and indoors, he was holding his mobile phone, only to feel that it was hot.

Time inexplicably becomes ambiguous, vague and lengthy.

She didn't have anything else to watch, and set it to be visible for only three days, which was her only activity in three days.

Just now.

What's going on with this message she sent......?

Can everyone see ......?

Lu Xiao's eyes were a little deep, revealing a little indescribable and unclear.

Lu Xiao looked at the photo she sent, crossed his fingertips over the photo, and left her circle of friends page.

He breathed steadily, his lips pursed.

There seemed to be an undercurrent surging under his eyes, and after about two minutes, he clicked on her avatar again and entered her circle of friends.

Staring at this picture of her, the fingertips fell on it, suddenly, lightly.

Click...... Save.

Save in the album.

She wasn't really hinting at him, who she was.

Between her collarbone and chest, there was a little red cinnabar mole, which was reflected on her snow-white skin.

Extraordinarily eye-catching.

He saw it as early as the first time they met, when they ripped off her clothes and bandaged her injured.

Right now, Lu Xiao stared at the cinnabar mole above his chest on the photo.

“......”

......

......

After Wen Xian finished posting on Moments, he planned to end today's chat, after all, it wouldn't work if he didn't sue, he had already ignored her, and he was only one step away from blackmailing.

When she posted it on Moments, she was still happy, but slowly, she didn't know what she thought, and the smile on the corner of her lips disappeared.

Seriously.

She, isn't she, never going to see him again......

No matter how much she called him a land dog before, no matter how she teased him now, she cared about him...... It's also true.

His job is not simple, not easy, and even dangerous, whether it is to catch those illegal and criminal poachers, or rescue patrols, or other very hard, very dangerous...!

Wen Xian, this night, insomnia.

......

The next day.

The sky was clear, and after a night of sleet, the sky was blue and the sun was scorching.

In the distance, the snow-capped mountains come into view, the people wearing Tibetan clothes on the highway kneel on the ground and kowtow their heads reverently, and on the grasslands on both sides, there are a few Tibetan sheep and Tibetan foxes scattered.

Wen Xian went to Zhaling Lake with a one-day tour group today, the lake surface will show a rare gray-white when the wind and waves rise, listen to the tour guide's explanation, it is also known as the white long lake, the lake scenery is beautiful, reflecting the sky, as if you can sweep away all the impetuousness in your heart.

When they returned, the tour guide took them to a nearby shopping street.

It is integrated with the tourist line, and it is also specially prepared for some tourists, selling whatever local characteristics are.

Wen Xian passed by a Tibetan-style handmade soap shop and saw someone selling hand cream.

I don't know why, but as soon as she saw this thing, she actually thought of it...... He.

Now this season, it is getting colder and colder, the wind is very strong, the wind from the southwest is howling, and the hands will be blown dry and cracked without wearing gloves when you go out.

She thought about it and bought two hand creams.

Even if she may never meet him again.

While Wen Xian bought a hand cream at a roadside store, he was attracted by a nearby shop selling masks.

There are all kinds of masks inside, which means "ba" in Tibetan, and are generally divided into dancing masks, hanging masks, and Tibetan opera masks.

Wen Xian bought a classic horse-headed Ming Wang face, his hair was angry, his eyes were like copper bells, and he wore it in the mirror, only feeling fierce and evil, extremely interesting, and in line with her heart.

However, just as she was about to take off her mask, she didn't know what she saw, and her movements suddenly froze.

Wen Xian slowly took off his mask, looking at the reflection from the mirror standing at the door, and the figure that appeared so unexpectedly-