The sun sets, and the twilight bell rests.

The snow was still white, and the ground was full of tears and blood.

There is no moon on the Hanyu Palace.

Under the eternal light, who is grieving.

…

In the deep palace, the crying is relative.

Above the snow, the boy was still crawling.

No one stands in the way, no one speaks anymore.

Except for the cry of whimpering like the wind.

Everything in heaven and earth seems so quiet.

On the cold ground, the white is snow, and the red is blood.

What is left is pain, and what is taken away is still pain.

The night is not dark, but it hurts.

The silent people, armed with cold weapons, stood in place, silently watching the painful figure, dyed red with white snow, and slowly crawled forward.

On the snow, on the ice peaks, in the palace.

In every corner, there were people watching, silent, sighing, muttering, cursing.

Also, waiting.

It's not their waiting, it's hers.

The withered flowers, fluttering in the wind, swaying like fate, can't choose the trajectory of the landing, I don't know where they drifted?

But its roots, still in place, waiting for another year of spring.

Spring is coming, and it's blooming again.

The colorful butterfly that used to dance with her in the breeze and sunshine and linger with her is here again.

The sun rises, the sun sets.

The birds are singing and the clouds are picturesque.

They look together, they snuggle.

Once again.

And is it the same for her to wait?

Nobody knows.

But they can at least pray, silently.

Just as she prayed with the most devout heart, just as she went with the wind.

The crying in the palace stopped.

A vicissitudes of life and a deep voice sounded in a deep corner above the ice peak.

On the snow, Xiaomi wiped away her tears, suddenly ran over, picked up the hateful and poor boy, and walked towards the palace.

She rushed over suddenly, scolded him, and saved him.

The princess died, her sister died, and many sisters died.

And this teenager is alive.

She hated it in her heart.

But she knew that the dead princess, needed him.

Even if it's to let him see him for the last time.

"I will kill you in front of the princess! The princess will be martyred for you, and you will be martyred for her!"

She hugged him, hateful.

In the cold palace made of ice and jade, it is crystal clear, bright and gorgeous, even at night, it still seems like day.

She was afraid of the dark.

Well, there will never be a night here.

In the crystal coffin, she wore her favorite white dress, lying among the white petals, as if she was asleep, sleeping so peacefully, sleeping so sweetly.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, which was the smile she showed before she died, when she prayed to heaven and imagined a certain picture.

It was a smile of anticipation and happiness.

"If there is an afterlife, pray to God, I still want to be a little white fox again, and he is still the same him. In this life, he saved me with Jindan, and in the next life, I hope that I can also repay him with Jindan, and use my life to repay him. I will pester him, rely on him, no matter how much he hates me, dislikes me, misunderstands me, drives me away, and bullies me...... In this life, he died for me, and in the next life, I will die for him...... I want him, and I'll never forget me......"

She rested her hands on her chest, holding the musical shell he had given her.

Things are, people are not.

If she is gone, then, the girl in the shell, presumably will never sing or dance again.

Without her, all people would be unhappy.

He trembled and stretched out his hand, caressing her snow-white cheeks, and the coolness on his cheeks, like a heavy hammer, suddenly struck him hard in the heart.

He trembled and tears rolled down his face.

She's dead, she's really dead......

She would never pounce again, press him to the ground, bite him domineeringly and savagely, kiss him, and bully him to her heart's content.

She would no longer pester him, stick to him, pretend to be shy, but she was not shy at all and said: "Childe, let the slave family come to serve you tonight, please come and ravage the slave family, please......"

She would no longer pout, and said with a jealous face: "Childe, the slave family wants to kill all the cheap women around you......"

She would never kneel in front of him again, with tears in her eyes, and begged pitifully: "Childe, please cook the slave's raw rice into rice, please, the slave family knows a lot of postures......"

……

None of this will happen again.

Among the white petals, she is so white and pure, and her beauty is so dazzling.

Like the bright moonlight, it illuminates the night, like the snow lotus on the iceberg, fragrant the whole snowy field.

She just lay quietly, but she was more fascinating than anyone else.

She is like a flower blooming, a flower falling, beautiful so short.

"Boom ......"

He knelt beside her, and suddenly, crying like a child.

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(End of chapter)