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The crystal white tower rises in a spiral shape, and the tower body is covered with ice edges, which is bright and transparent like ice and snow carving.

The silver-white sea is endless, crystal clear like a pure white ice mirror, so calm that there is not a trace of ripples. The lonely white tower stands quietly above the sea, like an old man standing silently in the heavens and the earth, not moving for thousands of years, guarding the vastness and loneliness of the world in the long years.

The gate was thick and old, and the intertwined chains on top of it slowly faded to both sides, making a dull sound on the ground. The dense and intricate sealing runes slowly lit up from under the ice stains, flowing like water, and gradually swirled into a crimson rose.

The red light flickered, and the dusty door slowly opened to both sides.

The moment the door opened, the biting cold air surged out from inside the door like a roaring ice dragon in an instant, and the frost flowers bloomed, and the walls and ground were suddenly covered with ice edges!

A slightly poorly dressed girl stood in front of the slowly opening door with a lunch box, saluted the golden-armored guards standing straight on both sides of the gate, stepped on the ground with fine ice stains, and slowly walked into the cold, almost frozen room.

In the quiet room, the bright frost flowers bloom in every corner.

The heavy door closed slowly.

The girl stood in front of the door, a soft, slender braid hanging down behind her. Trembling slightly, she raised her face and looked at the tall man who was motionless and bound in the air by heavy chains, leaning down and gently placing the lunch box in her arms on the ground covered with ice and snow.

The eyelashes condensed with ice and snow, and slowly lifted, sprinkling a slight amount of ice chips.

"You're here. The voice came from above, lazy and soft, like a sleepy-eyed greeting to an acquaintance.

The girl was slightly stunned, straightened up, looked up at the tall man hanging in the air, and showed a smile:

"Are you awake?"

The man looked down at her and smiled faintly:

"Since you're here, why am I willing to continue sleeping?"

The girl looked at him, lowered her head, and her cheeks flushed slightly:

"You're talking nonsense again. ”

Leaning down, the lid of the square lunch box was slightly uncovered by a narrow slit, and a stream of heat floated out of the lunch box, which was blown away by the cold air in an instant, and there was no more heat.

"I heard that you agreed to Elder Xuan's request, and you will be able to leave here and go outside in a short time......"

The girl paused, looked up at the sky, and smiled softly: "Congratulations, you are about to regain your freedom." ”

The man looked at her, and the corners of his mouth curled:

"Thank you. In this kind of hellish place, you are the only one who can share the joy with me. ”

He paused, his eyes showed a little regret, and his voice was low as if sighing:

"It's a pity that I won't be able to eat your food again. ”

The girl shook her head slightly:

"Don't say that, it's a good thing, when you go outside, there will be a lot of delicious food, and where can I compare with these poor meals. ”

"I'd rather stay in this icy and snowy place," he looked at the girl below, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "If I can always have you by my side, even if I am imprisoned for the rest of my life, I will be willing to eat it." ”

The girl slowly raised her face and looked at him, her eyes twitching slightly. But he lowered his head again, and continued to take out the food from the lunch box one by one, and put it on the ground:

“…… I've made a few more dishes this time, all of which are your favorites, so please eat them while they're hot. ”

The man looked down at her, silent and did not speak.

A few simple bowls, filled with hot soups and vegetables, were placed on the snow-covered ground, slightly wafting heat.

The girl stood up slowly, her slender braided hair hanging down her waist.

She stood in place, her head bowed as if hesitating for something, her hands clenched slightly. The voice is soft, like falling snowflakes:

"After you go out, please cherish everything...... If, I mean if......" The girl staggered, slowly raising her head, her eyes a little red, "if you could...... I hope you don't forget about me. ”

In a gorgeous and colorful world, who will remember the color of a snowflake?

The food is like a brocade, and the beauty is picturesque.

But in the midst of prosperity, I can occasionally recall that pure and vast world, the ordinary and familiar taste on the tip of my tongue, and the person who is as tiny and humble as dust crumbs.

"Of course not," he smiled softly, "and so should you, but don't forget about my uncle next time a handsome young guy comes in." ”

The girl watched him wink at herself, couldn't help but smile and nodded.

As if remembering something, she leaned down and took out a round cover from the bottom of the lunch box, carefully covering it over the steaming bowls of food on the ground, slightly shielding it from the cold and some spilled ice stains.

The man quietly lowered his head and looked at her, his voice soft:

"I don't need to cover it up, anyway, by the time the guards remember it and let me down, the food will already be cold. ”

The hard, cold chains bound his body and wings, and he knelt on the ground and couldn't move, but could only stretch his neck, like a captive cat or dog churning and swallowing food with its tongue.

Cold, hard meals and ice stains, a crunchy sound in the mouth, and a chill churning in the stomach......

It was a taste that ordinary people could hardly experience, but he had tasted it for three hundred years.

Unforgettable.

The girl was slightly stunned, slowly looked down at the slightly steaming food on the ground, and frowned slightly in embarrassment:

"So what to do...... It's not good to eat cold food, and it's not good for your body to eat cold food...... Why don't I go out later, and guard those guards and tell them to let you down to eat......"

The man shook his head slightly:

"No one cares about the life and death of a prisoner, let alone the guards who are accustomed to seeing it and have long been insensitive...... Don't make trouble for yourself, go back. ”

The girl looked up at him, a little anxious, and her eyes were slightly red:

"Do you eat cold rice all the time......? Why did you never tell me?"

"If it's a fact that can't be changed, why should you worry about being sad in vain?"

The girl's eyes were red, her hands gradually clenched, and her voice was low and a little choked:

"But...... How can this be, even if it is a criminal ......"

The man hung in the air, quietly looking down at her.

"Actually...... You don't have to beg the guards, you can get a hot meal. ”

"Really?

The girl looked up at him, her slightly reddened eyes shining brightly.

The snow-white wings stretched to the extreme, covered with ice and snow almost frozen, and several thick iron chains bound the tall man in rags firmly above the room.

The clothes were lightly flicked, and a few ice stains fell off the corners of the clothes and quietly shattered.

He looked at the girl below, smiled softly, and his clear eyes reflected the bright ice edges that filled the room, crystal clear as if condensing a snowy winter:

"You come up and feed me. ”