After looking around and finding no trace of the rabbit, Lin Lang dragged the thick tree pole back in frustration.

"Are you looking for it?"

Lin Lang, who was originally in a low mood and walked with his head down, heard the sound, and a light smile instantly bloomed on his lips, it was tourmaline!

Looking up in surprise, a beautiful young man stood a few steps away from her, holding a rabbit that had been snow-white.

"Tourmaline!" He threw down the pole in his hand, lifted the hem of his skirt and ran towards him.

Lin Lang wanted to rub beside him, but she didn't dare, for fear of scaring him away, so she ignored her again.

Reaching out and taking the rabbit into his arms, he caressed the rabbit's head with his palm, but his eyes never left the boy's face.

"Why do you wear so little?" There was a hint of annoyance in the young man's cold voice.

"I'm not cold." At this time, Lin Lang felt that her heart was very warm, although this person was very cold, he could always make a move to warm her.

The boy stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to take her into his arms, and wrapped them tightly with a thick cloak.

Lin Lang was stunned, her cheek passively pressed against the young man's heart, a mist rose in her eyes, after coming to this time and space, no one had ever given her a word of comfort, let alone a warm hug.

"Where do you live? I'll send you back! ”

Lin Lang suddenly came to his senses: "Don't!" No need......" broke free from his arms in a panic, how could he be sent back, let Brother Mask see it, it would kill him.

"Are you sure?" The young man's tone that was pushed away by Lin Lang suddenly became cold.

"Well, I ...... I'll go first. Even though he had sensed his displeasure, but at the thought that it would affect him, Lin Lang still ran away.

The young man stood expressionless and watched her go away, his eyes shining with a cold light, and after a moment he turned away without hesitation.

Lin Lang couldn't help but stop, looking back for the young man's figure, but that place was already empty, if he was still there, he would definitely run towards him desperately, right? His face turned cold in an instant made her heart clench.

"Tourmaline ......," whispered in a trembling voice.

Lin Lang, who returned to the firewood courtyard, kept himself locked in the room, added a pot of charcoal fire to herself, but it was still very cold, squatting in front of the pot of charcoal fire until her legs were paralyzed, and then she got up tremblingly, and the rabbit squatted obediently at her feet.

"Little rabbit, I must have broken his heart, didn't I?" It has always been someone who treats her well, and she will be grateful, and the more things she can't get, the more she will carefully hold it in the palm of her hand.

A good friend in college said that she has a very good personality, but to put it bluntly, she has no personality, and it is because of this that Mo Xuan was attracted by Lin Yang's arrogant character, and suicide was the most characterful of her when she grew so big.

"I won't refuse him again next time." Nodding as if he had made up his mind, he picked up the rabbit and got into the bed.

All night, the crumbling door was creaked by the wind, and the cracked paper on the window was also blown to the whistle, but it did not affect the person in a daze at all, and the hug and the cold face of the tourmaline kept alternating in her mind.

The fire flickered in front of her eyes, Lin Lang found herself back in the fire, the fire didn't know when it started to burn, the fire burned the gauze tent on her bed, she was choked up, jumped out of bed and ran towards the door, struggling to pull the door, but the door did not move, the window paper was also burned, and the billowing smoke was blown into the room by the wind outside the window.

The roof tiles fell "crackling" down, the door collapsed, she had a chance to jump out of the burned window to escape, but she saw her parents and sister outside the courtyard gate, but she had no intention of coming forward to rescue.

She smiled, and the foot that took a step was gently retracted, and the fire burned her hair, the hem of her skirt, and as she hesitated in grief, "Phew! A sharp arrow pierced through the sea of fire behind her, piercing her back with unparalleled precision.

The sharp pain made her frown, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, she went from a shallow smile at the beginning to a desperate laugh at the end, tears slipped from the corners of her outer eyes, and her afterglow swept to her mother screaming her name on the bridge.

The picture was chaotic, she couldn't see who was her real self, Lin Lang opened her eyes suddenly, it was pitch black in front of her, the pot of charcoal fire had long been burned to ashes, and tears soaked the hair in her ears and the pillow underneath.