His hair was not like the silver white of the red glow, but the pale and withered white, and he was stunned for a moment, squatting down to take a closer look at the man in front of him.

He had a face that was strange enough for her, with extremely ordinary eyebrows and eyes inlaid on the unfamiliar face, and shallow wrinkles on his forehead, which had been through vicissitudes. Everything about him is far from the man she remembers.

"You...... You're not him...... It's not him......"

The painting heart lost all his strength, and he fell on the snow, and his heart suddenly gave birth to an infinite sense of sadness.

yes, it's good not him.

Now that she has decided to let go of him, stay away from him, and fulfill his Buddha path, what is she expecting?

But she knew that although she was afraid that he would hurt herself desperately for her again, she didn't want anyone to suffer undue disasters because of her, and she wanted to die, but when she was poisoned by the devouring gods, she was actually still looking forward to having some more entanglements with him.

She thought he would come.

She thought she would see him again.

"The princess once had a white-haired pet, and the beast once saved the princess's life, and it was only then that she was mistaken for it, and the dumb doctor should not be surprised. ”

Shuyi leaned over and picked up the depressed woman from the snow, and explained casually, seeing that the dumb doctor looked as usual, without any emotional ups and downs, the hesitation in his heart was also slightly relaxed, and he turned around and walked back with the painting in his arms.

When the door of the room was closed, the dumb doctor's throat fluttered, and he heard himself call in a voice so hoarse and low that he could barely hear it, "Heart......"

What exactly do you want?

If you want to leave, I'll let you go. If you don't want to see me, I'll come to you in a different capacity. But why are you not happy with him, but why do you call my name tenderly?

In the wind and snow, he was in a trance for a long time, until the scorching flames burned his hands. That night she said that she didn't have him in her heart at all, and now he didn't believe a word of her.

Looking at the door closed in the wind and snow, it was already a cold deep winter, although he was the body of the red lotus, and he was an unquenchable fire, which could continue to shine and heat, but the frozen three feet in his heart still could not be dissolved.

As soon as Shuyi entered the room, he put the painting on the couch, and saw that her hands and feet were red from the cold, so he simply took off his coat, climbed onto the couch, and held her cold body in his arms.

Huaxin didn't resist, didn't struggle, Shuyi thought that she had forgiven him, and cherished it like she had regained, his eyes lingered on her picturesque face, and his eyes were reluctant to blink.

After a long time, she realized that she was the wrong person in a trance, and found that she was lying in the man's broad arms, and her hands and feet were uncontrollably agitated, and she suddenly pushed him away.

Shuyi stiffened.

He felt that the surface peace he had carefully and deliberately maintained was slowly cracking, and his heart was pushed hard by her, and he didn't feel pain, only lonely cold.

Huaxin remembered Shuyi's words that threatened her, and couldn't help but wonder why Heguang Tongchen didn't come, could he not come, and if he didn't come, why could he save her life?

She doesn't think that except for being with the light, who can have the ability to rejuvenate with this wonderful hand. Could it be that he has been here, he prescribed the prescription, and he is now imprisoned by Shuyi?

She knew it wasn't impossible. In Shuyi's hands, he was originally the biggest weakness of Heguang Tongchen, for her sake, no matter what Shuyi asked him to do, he would swallow his anger and obey.