The crescent white body was overflowing with brilliance, although it was not overflowing, but it made Feng Yihan, who was standing against the window, in a trance for a while.

The sound of the piano lingered, blurring the eyes of the man standing against the window, the wind stopped, the half-pulled silver hair danced without the wind, and his thoughts reversed, returning to that snowy night--- the snowy night when he and she met for the first time.

It was a snowy night, and the lights were shining all over the palace, and the soft lights illuminated the snowflakes flying all over the sky, which seemed to be picturesque, but he was the only one who hated the snowflakes in the sky.

Because he is so cold, cold through his heart.

The snow was falling, and he walked alone on the snow, leaving shallow and deep footprints where he walked, and then he was thinly covered by the falling snowflakes.

He just walked lonely in the vast snowy world, thinking, step by step······

The hands were frozen and unconscious.

The empty eyes, looking blankly ahead, but after all, he couldn't see the way forward, and he didn't know whether it was tears or snow slowly dripping down his cheeks, which chilled his body and hurt his heart.

No matter how hard he tried and how he did, he still couldn't see him in his eyes······

He was accustomed to his blindness to him, to his indifference to himself, and to his hateful looks.

He hated him, he knew it, and he knew it for as long as he could remember.

His eyes, his every move, all reveal that kind of hatred, deep into the bone marrow, to the heart.

That kind of hatred, with him coming to this world, her death, has taken root and sprouted.

That's it······ It was his birth that took the life of the woman he loved so much in his life.

A smile rose at the corner of his mouth, but his heart was cold.

The silver-white hair danced wildly in the wind and snow, and the silver-white snowflakes fell on his hair and melted into one.

The cold eyes looked at the vast distance and became even colder.

Cold, it has long been inexplicable.

Heart, wanting to escape from this world······

The Moonlight Realm had been learned at that time, because he had never seen his existence, so he wanted to do better than anyone else. It was also because of this reason that he learned everything very quickly, and the elder said that the Moonlight Realm was an enchantment that every generation of Xiling kings should learn, so he worked hard to learn.

The clothes are lightly lifted, and the streamer gradually overflows, soaking in the snowflakes in the sky.

Where can he be contained······

······ of this world Where else to go······

The enchantment of the Moonlight Realm became more and more obvious, and the wind around him became more and more violent, bringing up the ice crystals that were about to land, and with a light jump, the Moonlight Realm sucked him into it like a magnet, and now he couldn't control such a powerful enchantment, and it was already reluctant to be able to summon this enchantment.

Consciousness gradually lost in the vortex.

Where will you take me······

Where······ Is that where you end?

When he regained consciousness with a low whisper, he suddenly felt that he was in a warm place.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the warm colors of the room, and the candlelight poured all over the room, but there was no one to be seen.

Moving to the window, I can't see the snowflakes flying all over the world, and when I look at it, the snow has long stopped, and it has left its own traces in this world, and the eaves and bluestone roads have already been replaced with silver.

raised his sleeves and sneered, but the warmth of the house could not withstand the chill from the heart after all.

"Brother, are you awake?" a crisp voice jumped up. The door opened, and a girl in a white mink coat walked in, smiling, and her beautiful eyes revealed a brilliant brilliance, as if just one look at her could forget the cold around her. There is also a beautiful woman with a smile like a flower behind her, which should be her mother.

"Jing'er, take my brother out first, my father will be here soon, and the queen mother, I'll pick you up later, okay?" The woman bent down and affectionately held the girl's soft silver hair, and her soft voice was gentle and beautiful.

The scene in front of me stung my eyes.

If ······ She's still ······ Isn't it······ He can be as happy as she is·····

It's just ······ Such happiness······ Who once belonged to him······

When she came back to her senses, she saw the girl nodding obediently, slowly walking towards him, and in front of him, she stretched out her hand.

"Brother, are you going with Jing'er?" The crisp voice touched his heart slightly. There was still that dazzling smile in the spotless eyes.

Her eyes were full of joy, and his eyes were full of surprise.

The pink little hands, the skin is as white as snow, and even the cyan blood vessels are clearly visible, as soft as white porcelain.

He took a few steps back, his cold eyes overflowing with a hint of panic. Fleeing from this world that warms his body and his heart like spring.

As soon as he arrived outside the door, a cold wind greeted him, blowing his already flustered thoughts.

Eyes down.

On the snow, the footprints vary in size, deep or shallow.

He rushed into this silver-covered world in anger, but he didn't know that behind him, a petite figure came out with him.

He ran in front and didn't know where to go, and she chased after him for a clear shadow.

This snowy night seems to be very different.

"Don't come near me. He curled up under a snow-covered tree, his hands on his knees, and his eyes were cold and cold. The sound of slowly approaching footsteps made his heart not calm down. Desperately trying to calm the panicked heart, but because of her intrusion, he couldn't let go.

"Brother, is it cold?" she gently handed over a light blue jacket. He lifted his eyes slightly, and saw that her eyes were as clear as water, revealing not a charity, but a genuine concern.

For a long time, a warmth surged up in his body. She draped the dress over herself.

The wind ruffled his hair, and the strands of hair wrapped around his eyes, which became more and more misty. Are tears, or is it hair that obscures his vision?

"Jing'er, I love snow. Her clear eyes were full of joy.

Gently swaying her body, dressed in white and snowy, the girl danced under the snow-colored sky, and her beautiful face and smile bloomed like a flower, like a dream······

At that moment, he felt that the flowers had bloomed, even in the snowy snow, the flowers in his heart were in full bloom.

"Brother, come. She held out her hand to him again.

He looked at her with a blank look on his face.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his hand and touched her little hand, and bursts of warmth kept coming, not only warming his hand, but also warming his heart·····