Standing there, the fine snow gently fell beside him, and the purple robe was dotted with snow-white ice crystals, which did not melt immediately.

As soon as the cold wind blew, the fine snow slowly scattered from the hem of the clothes, and the long clothes danced slowly, as if they were about to turn into a cloud of snow and disperse together.

As soon as the little blue butterfly flew up, it was blown away by the wind and snow, but fortunately, Ji Xuanyan found it in time, beckoned gently, and brought her to his side.

"It's so cold, why did you run out again?" lowered his eyes to look at the small figure, his eyes were soft, but full of bitter taste.

Little Butterfly, of course, couldn't answer him, and just flew around the enchantment aimlessly.

Without a spiritual being, it is impossible to understand the feelings of the human race.

So this little thing can also be a qualified listener.

"I thought she was back, but I didn't realize that it wasn't her. "She seems to have disappeared from this world, is it because of this snow?" he said softly, "as if she had completely erased all traces of her past." ”

The little butterfly still doesn't understand, but just flies and flies.

"There is a feeling in the world that is the most painful, that is, it has been lost without cherishing, but I have never had it, so I am not even qualified to lose?"

The little butterfly flew to his fingertips and stayed, its wings vibrating slightly, as if looking at the huge city below with him.

"Shall we go to defend the country?" Ji Xuanyan lowered his head, "Maybe she's there." ”

The little butterfly didn't respond to his words, her wings opened and closed, and she didn't understand the human world at all......

She's just a butterfly of all kinds.

"I don't know what happened to her, sometimes I feel like she's gone, but sometimes I feel like she's right there for me. Ji Xuanyan's gaze was cast into the distance.

Vaguely remembered the last time she stood here with him, he turned his head to see the confident smile on her moonlit face.

At that time, he almost thought that he had seen the burning moon of that year, how could two completely different people be so similar?

The little butterfly left his fingertips and began to flutter its wings again.

The world outside is snowy and falling, but her small world is so quiet, which can make her free and carefree......

Not a single snowflake can fall in, and not a single cold wind will invade.

"You never speak. Ji Xuanyan smiled helplessly, her fingers flicked lightly on the enchantment, and the little butterfly flew up, and the blue shimmer followed behind her wings.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. He whispered, "Tomorrow, let's go to defend the country." ”

The fine snow fluttered down on his hand, touching the temperature of his skin, so it slowly melted.

Ji Xuanyan raised his head and let the cold wind blow on his face.

"Do you know? Legend has it that in the ancient times of the reign of the gods, the wind, frost, rain and snow, the rising sun and the setting of the moon were all controlled by the god king Chongxi, and his joys, sorrows, and sorrows determined the weather. If it was in that era, fine snow fell like this, it must have been that he was not in a good mood. ”

The little butterfly swirls in the enchantment, seemingly unable to hear human language at all.

Only Ji Xuanyan muttered to himself: "Although this is a legend, but for some reason, I believe it now, because my mood is also very bad......"

He floated down from the high hills, small butterflies following him, and the blue shimmer pulled a thin streamer in the night sky......