The ice peak is like a blade, and the cold palace is like jade.

On the Hanyu Palace, the snow is sprinkled and dances with the wind.

Day or night, it never stops.

The sunset at dusk, the brilliant glow, the melodious bells, the joyful singing, the snowflakes dancing in the sun, and the purple and red flowers blooming in the snow......

All the beautiful glacial and snowy scenes are the norm here.

However, it is not known since when.

The sunset is no more, the colorful glow disappears, the bells become sad, the songs and laughter have become a thing of the past, and even the blooming of flowers is full of sadness.

In addition to the snowflakes as always, they are flying.

No one dares to laugh, no one dares to make trouble, even if they cry, it is quiet and terrible.

In the Hanyu Palace, the whitest and most beautiful flower withered.

All of them are immersed in endless grief, just like this ice peak that stands above the clouds, suddenly collapsed, making them lose all their beauty.

The sun is no more.

Overhead, in the heart.

A haze.

In the evening of that day, the twilight bell rang only once.

In the Hanyu Palace, the silence suddenly boiled.

Even the snowflakes falling in the sky became bigger and faster.

The boy who died suddenly is alive again.

The one who plucked the most beautiful flowers of the Hanyu Palace, he was alive again.

He's back.

In the snow in the distance, that figure was so small, so lonely, and it looked so weak.

Snowflakes fell all over his body, obscuring his face, trapping his feet, slapping his cheeks, and teasing his humility.

However, it couldn't stop him.

He just walked towards the Hanyu Palace, step by step, step by step.

Endless snow-white, ant-like black spots.

In the depths of the palace, a voice full of resentment and murderous intent suddenly sounded, gritting his teeth: "Give him to this king, cut him into ten thousand pieces, chop him into pulp!

The snowflakes are falling more rapidly.

In the sky, dense points of light appeared.

Countless sharp arrows, like dense showers, rolled up the snowflakes and sprinkled down towards the black shadow that was staggering in the snow.

"Whoa, whoa!"

He didn't raise his head, he didn't dodge, he didn't make any resistance except for the body surface that actively lit up the protective light.

Countless arrows, like a big net, covered the sky and the sun, and they were under his hood.

He was still walking, in the deep snow, in the rain of arrows, walking step by step.

He walked out of the rain of arrows, and the protective light on his body was full of holes.

A general on a flying horse fell from the sky, and the silver spear in his hand, glowing with a faint coldness, stabbed him fiercely in the throat!

"Click!"

With a soft sound, the protective shield finally broke.

He raised his hand, grabbed the sharp tip of the spear, looked at the angry general with tears on his face, and said, "Please let me, goodbye her...... One last time, okay?"

Blood flowed from between his fingers, and his tears rained down.

Before the angry general could reply, a sharp sword suddenly stabbed from the side, and with a "poof", it stabbed directly into the young man's chest!

The young man's body trembled, the tears on his face were still rolling, and he said, "Please......"

The young man with the sword in his hand, with red eyes, shouted the same words as Wu Qi: "Why are you still alive? Why? The princess has died for your martyrdom, why are you still alive?"

This is the voice of everyone in the Hanyu Palace.

At this moment, in the snow, there was a dead silence.

Even the fluttering snowflakes seem to have stopped.

Do they also want to ask this young man, why is he still alone and living in the world?

The boy did not answer, raised his hand, grasped the sharp blade, and slowly pulled out the sharp sword inserted into his chest.

Blood gushed out, staining the ground with snow and the eyes of the people around them.

"Kill him! Kill this liar who killed the princess!"

People shouted angrily, and the weapons in their hands flickered.

The young man clutched his bloodied chest and moved forward again, his lips trembling, "I...... I just wanted to see her...... Last ......"

"Bang!"

A hammer slammed into his back, sending him flying!

A long knife swept through the snowflakes and slashed angrily at his thigh.

A sharp arrow flew and pierced his arm!

"Kill the liar, let him die for the princess!"

The crowd surged in anger and raised their weapons in their hands with a roar.

The boy crawled miserably in the blood-stained snow, struggling to get up.

However, he could no longer stand up.

So, he continued to move forward, crawling forward.

A petite figure suddenly swept over, passed through the angry crowd, stopped in front of the young man, and said angrily with tears on his face: "Yan Yuchen! You are still alive! You are still alive! Do you know that the princess could have survived? Do you know how heartbroken and desperate the princess was at the moment when she saw you die? Do you know that until the moment when the princess was martyred for you, she was still praying to God to let you meet again in the next life, and she would always haunt you, no matter how much you disliked her and hated her? But, but ...... Yan Yuchen: Why do you still want to live? You live alone, are you worthy of the princess?"

The girl cried bitterly and asked, hysterical!

Yan Yuchen crawled on the ground, trembling, slowly lowered his head, his pale cheeks were buried in the cold snow, and tears fell like rain.