Chang Huan was left alone in the pavilion, a lock of beautiful black hair fluttered down like a waterfall, the snow fell on her black hair, her amber eyes exuded an incomprehensible look, and her cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, staring indifferently ahead.

"Master."

Suddenly, Seventeen suddenly appeared behind him, kneeling on one knee, his hands clenched into fists, his face covered by a black mask, although he couldn't see his expression clearly, his tone was extremely respectful.

"Let's rest."

Chang Huan never questioned Seventeen's ability to do things, so he wouldn't ask more.

Suddenly, there was no movement to get up behind him, his eyebrows were bent and he seemed to be frowning, Chang Huan slowly turned around, and saw that Seventeen was still kneeling on the ground with his fists clenched, "Do you have anything else?" ”

Seventeen was silent.

"Do you want to be helped to rest?"

Chang Huan stared at Seventeen's mask, his expression was indifferent, and there was no leakage.

Seventeen was stunned, pursed his lips, stood up, and stepped aside.

"Let's rest."

Chang Huan still said these four words, and when the words fell, he walked out of the Lake Pavilion in the face of the wind and snow.

In the vast snowfield, there seemed to be only a small red dot left in the vast world that was getting farther and farther away, and he stopped here quietly, unable to react for a long time.

The snow was drifting like flocculent, and the soles of the feet creaked.

Suddenly, Chang Huan felt that the top of her head was covered, and she sighed silently.

"Didn't you rest?"

Seventeen was silent, still holding an umbrella for Changhuan.

Chang Huan didn't blame Seventeen's behavior, but continued to walk forward, and no one said a word until he returned to Yijingxuan.

At night, the snow outside finally stopped, Yi Jingxuan's candles were lit as always, Chang Huan sat in front of the window, in front of a pear blossom wood bookcase, there were a lot of books on it, and there were a lot of unburned candles by the candlestick.

At that time, she held the letter in her hand, and she lowered her eyelids and did not know what she was thinking.

As soon as the cold wind blew, the candles that were about to burn out suddenly went out, and the room fell into total darkness.

Chang Huan was shocked, stood up, walked through the dark night, finally found the flint, stood up straight, and saw a white light in the makeup that had not been opened for a long time.

She thought about it for a while, but finally didn't open it, and walked straight to the bookcase, and after a few hits, the room lit up again.

"Northern Desert?"

Chang Huan sat down, spread out the letter paper, looked at this letter with only one word, his thoughts drifted far away, the handwriting on it had a unique fragrance, it should be high-grade ink.

The paper is thin and evenly thick, and it is not an ordinary letter paper that is not visually inspected.

She shook her head slightly, put the letter back into the envelope, and put it aside without caring about it.

The hand, which was originally slender and free of impurities, was now slightly red, dark purple-red induration and bulge, with edematous spots.

But even so, she was still peaceful, as if the chilblains had not grown on her hands.

She picked up the book in front of her, and by the faint light of the candle, she flipped through the pages one by one, coughing occasionally, and she didn't care.

When it's ugly, the temperature suddenly turns cold.

Chang Huan turned his head to look outside, and the window was ajar.

For a while, a cold wind blew in, although it was cold, but every gust of wind was mixed with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

Because of the snow, the plum blossoms seem to bloom more fully, just like a slim beautiful girl.

Before she could see it for long, another gust of cold wind blew, Changhuan was silent for a moment, turned her head and saw that the brazier in the corner happened to be burned out, she stretched out her hand, took off the fork stick, and gently lowered the window.

At that time, the room darkened, and outside, under the plum tree, Seventeen breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and the originally tense body was also relieved.