"---Huh" An Ran felt a cold and biting wind hitting her face, opened her eyes suddenly, the street at four o'clock in the morning was deserted with fallen leaves all over the ground, making a miserable "rustle" sound, she exhaled a few white breaths, barely shivered to look at the watch on her wrist, and retracted her thin body into the off-white wool coat.

She had been waiting here since about two o'clock in the morning, but no one had come except for the lonely chirping of cars and the glare of the headlights in the dark.

An Ran rubbed his pale and frozen hands, and no light rose in the distance, as if there was no intention of the sunrise, and the streets were still cold as if they were dead. Although he waited for the second half of the night, he didn't see Xia Yutong and Qin Zige, and the lights on the distant floor didn't turn on again. "These two guys, they're not going to find a place to play. She shuddered and muttered to herself with her chapped lips, and before she could say anything, she was already mixed with the wind and didn't know where it went.

"Hiss---" An Ran felt a lot of cold particles suddenly hit his face. "Damn! it's starting to snow on a big October day!" she said, covering her face from the pain of the snow particles, and got up and ran to the platform not far away.

"Oops---" Suddenly there was a white-haired wind with snow particles blowing in her face, An Ran was running forward quickly, her eyes were suddenly shocked and she couldn't open her eyes, it was difficult to take a step, An Ran was running, and suddenly felt something on her face, blocking her from the white-haired wind and snow particles, covering her mouth and nose, but because of the wind, there was no feeling of being about to suffocate.

As soon as Anzen opened his eyes, he found a white cloth flying down his face, and then immediately another cold snow particle hit his face.

Wait! White cloth?

The thing was swept up in the snow particles of the white-haired wind and flew forward, and the pale colors in the sight were flying everywhere endlessly.

Following the direction of the white cloth flying, a black body suddenly appeared in An Ran's blurred vision, she endured the cold and stinging snow particles in front of her and tried her best to open her eyes, through a layer of mist woven by wind and snow particles, you can really vaguely see the figure of a young man, the black coat seems to be poured into the cold wind, but the body is even thinner, just standing sideways not far away, the white cloth flies farther and farther in the direction of the figure, as if turning into snow in the wind.

An Ran's footsteps were suddenly pinned to the spot by something, and her eyes looked over in a daze, and she suddenly remembered something in her mind, and opened her mouth as if she wanted to shout something to the young man in front of her, but her throat was like swallowing a breath of cold wind, mixed with snow particles, and she couldn't speak at all.

She suddenly ran, her eyes locked on the shadow of the young man in front of her as she ran, although there were constantly snow particles hitting her eyeballs, but she really didn't dare to blink her eyes, she kept staring, staring, staring, many empty shadows, as if a gust of wind would turn into dust in the wind.

Because she had been staring at the boy, she didn't see a step in front of her, and immediately fell to the ground with a "plop" of stumbling, she quickly raised her head and looked for the shadow of the boy again without caring for anything, but the white space in front of her was restored, and the black shadow disappeared in her sight.

How could it be?

When she wanted to stand up, there was suddenly a force in her body, as if a pair of hands grabbed her body and made her stand up, "Who?" An Ran hurriedly looked around, but there was only the howling sound of the wind and no life around, and there would be no one in a white radius of a few miles?

It was obviously a person's hand just now, although the touch was very stiff, but through the clothes you could feel a trace of temperature.

An Ran lowered her head and found that there was something exposed in her coat pocket, she took out the thing, and the white cloth was naturally unfolded by the wind, and the familiar black characters on it also shook with the white cloth.

Although his throat was still as difficult to speak as if he had swallowed ice grains, An Ran ignored the blade-like wind that hit his face head-on, and shouted at the white man: "Lin Chen! Lin--Chen ......"