"Snow ...... Is that you? Xuanyuan Aotian said to the window.

Xuanyuan Aotian clenched his fists. No one knows how complicated his mood is right now. He hoped that the people behind the window were night snow, but he didn't dare to open the window to take a look—he was so scared, afraid that there would be no night snow outside the window......

In the past, Xuanyuan Aotian didn't know what it meant to be afraid, even when he was a child, when his enemy Nangong Wuming was so powerful that he could send someone to kill him at any time, he didn't understand the word 'afraid'.

Now, Xuanyuan Aotian is scared!

It doesn't matter if you live or die! It's just that I'm afraid to open the window and see the indifferent and confident figure he dreamed back at midnight......

"It's me!" The night snow outside the window gently opened the window.

With a squeak, the light in the room poured out enthusiastically.

The faint light hit Yexue's body, and it crossed a beautiful and blurry halo for her.

The autumn wind gently blew the long hair of the night snow, and the black hair shone with a faint yellow light, floating in the air like an elf.

- This is a beautiful painting, in the background of the night, there is a beautiful person who cannot distinguish the gender, her snow-white fingers on the black window, her long black but yellow hair, flying in the air...... The delicate jade face was raised, and the good-looking cherry lips had an indifferent smile...... In his eyes is a deep affection that melts ice and snow......

"Aotian, it's me!"

I haven't loved, so I don't know the sweetness of love!

There is no separation, so I don't know the pain of missing!

I don't care, so I don't know the worry of worrying!

…… Xuanyuan Aotian and Yexue didn't love before! I don't know the sweetness of love, I don't know the pain of separation, and I don't know the heart-wrenching of longing......

Now they understand all this. Although they just said nothing about one outside the window and one inside the window, ...... The love, like, and longing that are as deep as the marrow...... They both felt it in each other's eyes......

"Nangong Night Snow!" Xuanyuan Aotian stretched out his hand and gently put it on Ye Xue's face, he had a smile on his face, while gently stroking Ye Xue's face, and said softly: "I love you!" ”

There is no doubt that Xuanyuan Aotian liked Yexue in the past, but how deep is this liking? How thick is it?

What kind of status does the woman called 'Nangong Yexue', who is sometimes cold, sometimes enthusiastic, sometimes indifferent, fickle and cunning, have it for him? What kind of existence is it? …… Of little consequence? Or is there no substitute?

During this time of separation, whenever Xuanyuan Aotian practiced and took the spiritual spring left to him by the night snow; Whenever he eats, even if there is no beef jerky given to him by Yexue on the table; Whenever he heard the name of Yexue, he raised his eyes, but he couldn't see Yexue's figure......

Every day, Xuanyuan Aotian has to ask himself: What is Nangong Yexue to you? What kind of existence is she in your heart? How deep do you like her......

In the more than two months from Ye Xue's departure from the Blue Dragon Empire to his return, in more than 60 days, Xuanyuan Aotian asked himself more than 100,000 times...... He kept asking himself, he kept asking and asking, but there was no answer......

But now, at the moment when I saw the night snow, the result that I couldn't find out even though I wanted to break my head came out so naturally.

"Nangong night snow, ...... in the future Don't leave me! …… I...... Can't live without you! ”