Why? Why is that?

Didn't they say that they would go to Beixing every year to see the heavy snow? Doesn't she still want to learn to ski?

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yuchen struggled to stand up on the ground, he looked up slightly, and was stunned to find that there was no girl on the small bed.

Is this a dream? He remembered it instantly. The next second, he was a little panicked in his heart, what about the snow-haired girl?

He threw himself on the edge of the bed and sat down on the wooden floor, his eyes full of sorrow.

The cold wooden bed covered with white sheets still had some sweet and delicious taste, but there was no trace of any girl.

He lay down on the bed, his face pressed against the cot, and the grief soon came back to his heart.

"What's wrong with you?"

Behind him, there was a soft, pleasant but somewhat weak voice.

Fang Yuchen's body sitting on the edge of the bed seemed to stiffen instantly, his somewhat gloomy eyes glowed, and he could no longer care about the image he had always paid attention to, and turned his head in surprise.

At the entrance to the snow-covered hut, a girl in a snow-white palace dress stood holding on to the door.

There were some fine snow chips on her shoulders, the hem of the skirt that covered her legs was tightly folded like water, and she wore a pair of white brocade boots on the soles of her feet. A long head of snow-white hair hung down to the ground behind him.

Her lips were still bloodless, and her plain face had a soft taste.

Imperial Minister's face was ecstatic, but he quickly froze slightly. He was a little unnaturally lazy, blinking, reaching out and kneading a pair of eyes that seemed to be sleepy, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes without a breath.

He stopped, holding back the thought of rushing up and holding the girl firmly in his arms. His eyes were lowered to the white boots with some silver trim on the soles of her feet. But he didn't notice how embarrassed he was sitting on the wooden floor at this time.

Outside the door behind the snow-haired girl, there was a vast expanse of snow, and some fine snow was fluttering one after another.

Between the two, there was a quiet silence for a while. The whole world, there is no longer a voice.

Chirping. The sound of the door breaking the silence in the hut. In Fang Yuchen's sight, the snow outside the house had been replaced by a wooden door.

He saw the pin-pleated skirt and the boots move gently toward the little bed. Only then did he notice that he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and stood up in some embarrassment.

He wanted to say something, but the overly realistic dream actually made the snow-haired girl suffer from gains and losses, and now "lost and regained" made him even more happy in his heart, but he was extremely unnaturally unable and unwilling to express the emotions generated in this just dream thing.

The snow-haired girl stood beside the bed, sat down silently beside him, and leaned slightly towards the thin tube that was under the bed, and the long snow-white hair hung down to the ground as she bent over, but strangely unstained with any dust.

She lowered her body, and some skillful posture actually made Fang Yuchen feel sour in his heart.

"That's enough." He spoke up.

He saw that the snow-haired girl's raised face was pale from the long confinement, and she was looking at him with a soft smile, but she didn't seem to be surprised by his words. He sighed in his heart, hesitated for a while, but gradually became resolute again.

His eyes wandered, and he said casually: "You ......"

The words came to his lips, but he was embarrassed again. After struggling repeatedly, he sighed slightly: "You go out......"

The snow-haired girl's expression didn't seem to have changed at all, Fang Yuchen was a little surprised in his heart, he saw the shallow smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, and gritted his teeth a little and said, "I just think that nothing happened in the past." ”

The smile on the girl's face faded, her eyes looked to the side, her bloodless lips opened lightly, and she said as if melancholy, "You are really ...... What about abusive feelings. ”

Abusive? How could she learn to say that about him in general?

"You should know that I have a unique affection for you." He turned his head and said unnaturally.

The girl's soft hands rested lightly on the knees of the pin-pleated skirt.

In the middle of the snow, she stood in the middle of the ice and snow world, and as far as her eyes could see, there was snow in the distance. She slowly stretched out her hand, and some snowflakes fell gently in her palm.

Fate is so old-fashioned, so tricky. Why did Heaven arrange for her to meet him?

His affection for her is indeed unique, but it is not the one she wants......

She raised her head and looked at the scattered snowflakes in the sky. Two lines of tears silently slipped down the plain face.

She really envied the person named Fang Qingyan.

"In the future, you can call me Xinxue." She smiled softly, her eyes narrowed slightly. Turning his head sideways, he looked at him, and there seemed to be some unnaturally handsome faces on his face in the transition of great sorrow and joy.

She was indeed not Xue anymore, and now Xue was just the little maid who was a little afraid of him and obedient.

With the same heart for him, she is no longer the little girl who will follow him and call her brother sweetly.

The things of life are hard to collect, and the past is the past. Then look ahead.

The frost and snow gradually covered her head, and in the light snow, the girl named Xinxue slowly closed her palms, and the pieces of ice were lightly touched in her palms, and the snow fell silently.

She didn't want to wait any longer. He's stupid.

……

"New snow?" Yan Taixiu mentioned his words again with some surprise, and her flying Danfeng eyes glanced at the snow-haired girl on the side inexplicably.

The joy on Fang Yuchen's face at this moment could be distinguished by the many girls present.

This is the flower garden restaurant on the top floor of his second fort, and the dining table near the window was originally for him and Fang Qingyan, but because there is one more girl, a high chair is now temporarily placed on the outside side. Sitting on it was none other than Fang Yuchen.

Bright light shone through the glass, and some flying machines with black dots the size of ants swept over the Floating Star City in the distance.

Fang Qingyan and Fang Yuhan were still sitting on the black high-backed sofa on the left hand side as they did yesterday, while the snow-haired girl Xinxue was sitting in the place he was sitting yesterday, next to her was not very good-looking, glancing at her and watching the non-stop Yantai show.

Fang Qingyan and Fang Yuhan's expressions at this time were rare and somewhat consistent, and the two of them were expressionless but stared at Xinxue with deep eyes. Compared to Yan Taixiu, who was still a little puzzled about her, they couldn't be clearer about this person.

In the distance stood the four girls in different colors, Xue's baby-fat face was a little pale and frightened, and the faces of the other three women were a little strange.

She was actually released? This girl who was bent on putting the young master to death, but when they stood up to stop them, she showed mercy to her subordinates at the last moment and did not take their lives.

"That's what you said about urgency, you have to say it to your face?" Fang Yuhan's face quickly darkened, she followed her eyes and signaled to Fang Yuchen for new snow, and said coldly: "Do your parents know about her?" ”