Beyond that fairy compound is the snowfield.

Guangling is quiet, and Yiren is quiet.

Heaven and earth are silent, the two are like a careless painter on a vast canvas inadvertently put pen to two points of each other, but the painter of nature carefully looks at the work and admires it, holding his breath.

There is no sound, the silence of not speaking, the silence of welcoming dreams, or the shallow breath of lazily rolling over and falling asleep on the snow quilt of the ice bed.

Wang Zinuo wrapped his hands around Dobra's hands, and his mouth kept breathing, cold and warm, but she still pulled her hand away from his hand.

He shuddered in horror and his eyes widened like a child who had done something wrong, and like a frightened witness.

Dobra's gaze fell into the distance, and his gray-blue pupils were a little happy.

"Don't rush away anymore. She whispered.

"Huh?"

"Don't rush away anymore. She repeated, louder.

The first time he set foot on Guangling, Yan Yi left in a hurry; the first time he left Guangling, we all walked too quickly; the second time he set foot on Guangling and hurriedly went on the road; the second time he left Guangling, he was taken away by surprise; he saw Guangling again and hurriedly took him over; he came to Guangling again......

"Look! It's snowing there. ”

Wang Zino followed Dobra's gaze, which was still a quiet whiteness, and he said, "That's just an illusion of your eyes. ”

"Yes, there really is!" she said, stretching out her hand, her fingertips feeling cold and hot!

"Oh? He replied, "I ......."

Without waiting for him to finish, she continued:

"The last time I left in a hurry, I didn't have time to appreciate it. This is the first time that the two of us are together, in Guangling, to see the snow...... I've never seen snow like it was so beautiful before. Her eyes sparkled.

"Do you like ...... I'll come with you more in the future. When we get old, we look for a place where we can see the snow, and at that time, we ...... together," he said, and suddenly stopped talking.

Dobra looked left and right, as if he was looking for something, but there was obvious disappointment in his eyes that he couldn't find it. Her gaze was evasive, but it was to see a more beautiful whiteness—the snow whiteness of her heart. It's empty here, and so is that side. The cold wind blew her hair like a knife, but her eyes didn't blink, like an inanimate puppet, but shouldn't the dolls all be exquisite?

Dobra smiled heartily, and a tear inadvertently ran down his cheek, but the ugly face was well disguised—he didn't see it. She felt a bone-chilling chill in her palm.

He's crazy, he's crazy, he's been mad, he's been around her, he's forgotten how to speak, he's forgotten how to blink, he's even forgetting to breathe.

Perhaps, two crazy people can also be a couple. Snowy, it was an incomparably gorgeous wedding, not too many people attended, but the hall was boundlessly large. The two didn't say I love you, but they were like an old couple who had spent half their lives together.

She said that the snow here is so beautiful, no matter how cold it is, she is not afraid. And you're there. The snow is beautiful and she loves it here.

She just said she liked the snow here, and there was nothing else, and if the snow had gone somewhere else, would she stay here? What was there to be beautiful in this place that she was left behind? What was it? If he's there, she's here to stay. If he leaves, she goes with him, right?

The figures of the two departed were vague - in those blurred eyes.

The snow in Guangling always disappears in a place you can't see, but you can't see it.