As the night deepened, the night sky began to drift with snowflakes as it approached the snow-capped mountains.

Qianling shrank at the edge of the cave and rubbed her hands together. When she left the valley floor, she walked in a hurry, and after taking off her only coat with thick velvet, only a thin summer skirt was left inside, and it was soaked in melting snow, which made it more and more cold, and she was so cold that she still shivered in a ball.

On a snowy night, the moon was clear and carrying the flying frost and poured into the cave entrance.

Reflecting the young man's frost-white cheeks, lifeless, like ice and snow carvings.

Qianling shuddered and slowly moved her frozen legs, crawling down the cave wall to him with little difficulty.

Long hair stranded and fell from the ground.

Lan Yue slept there, covered with a coat. The long eyelashes hanging low are like a thin fan sprinkled with silhouettes, and her face is white and cold like frost and snow, like a crystal clear snow doll......

But it's also so fragile and fragile.

He's so cold.

"Satsuki?" she lowered her head and reached out to caress the young man's cold cheek.

Looking at this familiar beautiful eyebrow, the palm of his hand slowly stroked his forehead and cheeks—

But it's all cold.

The night breeze blew the long hair, and the black hair in front of Lan Yue's forehead was slightly brushed, and her beautiful silhouette was dyed with a bright moonlight......

Tranquil and serene, like a dusty sculpture.

Didn't breathe.

"Little ...... Xiao Yue?" Qianling's pupils moved, and she hurriedly leaned down and pressed her to his heart, holding her breath.

I can't remember how long it was, but I remember that it was so quiet around me, so quiet that I could hear the sound of the moonlight flowing and the melody of snowflakes falling......

There was no movement in that chest.

She struggling, trying to catch even the faintest thrust — but no.

It's eerily quiet.

Tears flowed out of his eyes, Qianling looked at his sleeping face, her dry lips moved, and she couldn't make a sound in her throat.

……

……

"Sister...... When I wake up...... Shall we go home?"

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"No...... Don't ......" tears burst the embankment, the dusty pain was torn apart, and the liver and intestines were torn apart at that moment.

"Satsuki...... Xiao Yue ——!!" She trembled and cupped his face, and hot tears splashed down his cheeks, but they couldn't dispel the pale color in the slightest.

The heart-rending cry lasted only 1 second.

"It's noisy. The low voice was close to his ears, faint but clear in the quiet night.

Suddenly he was pulled into an embrace and hugged him. Qianling was stunned, her red eyes were still full of tears, and she forgot to cry.

Lan Yue put one hand around the noisy guy and imprisoned her in her arms, her forehead lightly pressed against her, her drooping eyelashes were dyed with moonlight, and her slightly frowning eyebrows were tired:

"Shut up ......"

Qianling stared at the face close at hand and sniffled. When he came back to his senses, he went into his arms and listened carefully to his heart.

There was no sound, almost silence, and there was indeed no sound of heartbeat.

"You ......" Qianling's eyes widened in surprise, and suddenly a sour anger surged up, gritting her teeth and staring at the white and harmless sleeping face in front of her, she couldn't do it if she wanted to hit someone, and she couldn't bite it, so she had to wipe her tears and breathe a sigh of relief after a few entanglements.

It's the first time I know that someone can still live without breath or heartbeat.

No wonder Ellen Iss has been unable to take Satsuki for so many years.

The night was quiet, the snow was flying under the cold moonlight, and the wind was blowing the green branches hanging from the entrance of the cave, dancing.

The young man's beautiful eyebrows dissolved in the moonlight, his long hair scattered in the wind, and the only remaining right hand held the girl in his arms, and the injured black wing behind him slowly circled and encircled her.

Qianling blinked sleepily, looked at the pair of black wings that circled her, and slowly stretched out her hand to caress it, her eyes touched the torn and mutilated part of the wing membrane, and the pain spread like a pinprick in her heart.

I still remember the first time I saw Satsuki grow up in the Twilight Forest, saw these dark membranous wings, saw his blood-red eyes, and scared her to run away on the spot.

It was a terrifying existence even more terrifying than a nightmare, and everyone was afraid to avoid it. This is always emphasized in Eren Is's books, and she has read many such books.

Qianling stared at the thin and beautiful black wing membrane under her palm, caressed it with her palm, and slowly lowered her head to kiss the torn wound.

The heart is sour, it hurts and softens, it hurts finely, and it is so soft that it quickly melts.

It's not as scary as the book says. Not only is it not scary, but it is beautiful and warm...... It was lovely.

Like its master.

Thinking so, she looked up at his sleeping face, tilted her head, and slowly curled the corners of her lips. The restless fingers gently pinched the white cheek, and scraped the tip of his nose, secretly happy.

Maybe the joy of the lost regain was too turbulent, or maybe it happened that the moonlight was quiet, and his silhouette was too bright and beautiful in the moonlight......

There is a strange softness like a vine growing from the heart, and it is as dense as electricity flowing gently throughout the body.

At that time, the shallow chestnut hair gently blew with the night breeze, and strands of it were wrapped around the young man's long black hair. She lifted her face and kissed him softly on the cheek—

The snow is shining.

The long eyelashes trembled, and the fluttering wings of a butterfly lifted, revealing bright silver eyes.

The eyes are facing each other.

Qianling was stunned, as if she had just realized what she had done, and looked at him blankly and couldn't speak.

Lan Yue looked at her, her eyebrows frowning slightly, and there was a misty anger in her pure silver eyes.

For a long time, the pale lips opened slightly, and the hoarse voice suppressed a slight tremor.

"Thousand Feathers ......"

"What the hell are you ...... What do you mean?"

Qianling looked at the anger in his eyes, and unconsciously lowered her head and shrunk her neck: "No...... Nope...... Nothing interesting......

Her teeth were fighting, trembling, and she couldn't tell the whole sentence:

"I was careless...... I accidentally saw you as 'Satsuki'...... I ......"

He looked at her, his thin lips pursed. The right arm slowly tightened a little, and he lowered his head and gently pressed it against her forehead:

"Who allowed you to kiss me?"

The forehead was pressed against and had to look directly at these beautiful silver eyes, Qianling glared at him, trembling and retorting: "It seems to be ...... It's like you haven't kissed me!Last time in Huayunfeng...... What did you do when Madame visited...... What you know yourself!"

There was no expression on his face: "That's what you said you wanted to reward." ”

Qianling roared with a red face: "I didn't say I wanted that kind of 'reward'!"

"You touch my horns, three times. ”

"Fart! The first time I was drunk, the second time it was—"

"You strip me of clothes, every day. ”

Qianling's face burned and boiled: "Obviously, you pretended to be a child and stayed in someone else's house! Why don't you say that you pretended to be a little child and slept in the same bed with me for months——"

The moonlight was cold, and the two people in the cave hugged each other and slept with each other, arguing so red-faced.

Qianling knew that she was at a loss, so she struggled to turn her back without getting angry, her teeth itched with anger, and her face burned to the root of her ears.