A young girl in a pink dress sat quietly with her knees crossed, her long black hair obscuring her pretty face, so that he could not see what her expression was.

There was a little blood on the snow around her, all of which congealed into red ice crystals.

The wounds on the girl's body were hideous and bloody, but she ignored them.

Looking at the shocking bloodstains, Shen Jiuli breathed and clenched his hands involuntarily.

The girl in pink staggered to her feet again, her long hair parting to the sides like a curtain, revealing a small pale face.

The corners of the mouth are bloody. She walked forward, only to be bounced back by the barrier. She seemed stunned, and walked in all directions without giving up, but she was undoubtedly bounced back and fell to the ground fiercely.

The girl in pink sat on the ground stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter, full of despair and sarcasm, echoing in the empty ice purgatory.

Shen Jiuli's hand tightened more and more, and the teacup let out an overwhelmed moan in his hand, but he ignored it and just looked at the picture in the water mirror.

The girl in pink suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood when she laughed, splashing all over the ground, and her originally pink skirt was gradually soaked in blood......

But she didn't seem to realize it, she kept coughing up blood and was still laughing, her lips were covered with blood, and her clothes were dyed blood-red...... She laughed and fell to the ground.

The teacup "Peng" in Shen Jiuli's hand shattered with a sound, the fragments cut a hole in his hand, blood beads continued to roll down, and the tea splashed all over him.

He didn't react, still stiffly looking at the picture in the water mirror.

The pink-clad girl's laughter finally stopped, and she slowly curled up in a ball, motionless, as if she were frozen.

Shen Jiuli waved his hand violently, and the water mirror suddenly dispersed.

He sat there quietly, the tea rolling down his robe, but he didn't react at all, just sat there straight, didn't move for a long time, and the statue became a sculpture.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, gilding him with a fiery golden light, and his figure was tall and straight in the light, but it was full of loneliness and gloom.

After a long time, he finally got up and walked away.

……

Ning Xuemo lay prone in the ice for a long time, the biting wind was blowing from everywhere, she was trapped here, and there was nowhere to escape.

The body was cold and hot, and the head was dizzy for a while, and the surrounding scenery had already appeared ghosted.

If she continues like this, she'll die here.

The only reason left in her mind told her that she should meditate and recuperate at this time, and should not let herself be so cold.

But now she didn't want to move at all, she just wanted to sit here quietly, almost with a kind of masochistic psychology, completely exposing herself to the cold wind, letting the temperature pass in her body little by little.

It was getting darker and darker, and the sun was splitting into two, and she tried to keep her eyes open, but the darkness came like a tide, and she finally fainted weakly.

Before she fell into a coma, she laughed at herself and thought--

Ning Xuemo, are you counting on Shen Jiuli to pity you?

A sarcastic smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she closed her eyes, greeted by a long period of darkness.

I don't know how long she was in a coma, but Ning Xuemo finally woke up leisurely.

She was still the only one in the vast ice field. The cold wind whirled around him, as if he wanted to take away everything that had heat here.

Ning Xuemo lay on the ice, silently looking at the cold moon in the sky.