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The lone lamp is gone.

Yang Xiaofeng lowered his head and breathed deeply. Then, turn around and look up.

Deeply, gaze .......

Then he smiled, bitterly and gloomily.

Immediately, he walked out quietly.

He broke free of the girl's hand that was holding his arm, and walked slowly past her, step by step. His steps were a little hesitant, even hesitant, but he still walked out.

He was silent, not even saying a word.

Lin Yuhan froze in place, her stiff hand was still in mid-air, and it hung down weakly after a long time. On her face, there was still a little shallow smile just now, even shyness, but it gradually became solidified after all.

I don't know when the shyness has turned into bitterness, and tears have long filled my eyes.

The next moment, hot tears gently slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold snow-like floor beneath his feet.

Why, his heart is always so cold, and at the same time so hard.

Why, her tenderness still couldn't melt his frozen heart.

One drop...... Two drops ......

Crystal tears, splashing, scattered all over the ground.

It's as if her heart was quietly shattered.

The foam in one place, thousands of points, is like the sorrow of leaving people, and it is difficult to gather again.

But......

But she forced a laugh and turned and chased after her.

She was going to chase Yang Xiaofeng. Even she knew it herself, but it was just her self-deception.

The cold night was bleak, and the slate under his feet was squeaky from the cold. Walking on it is like walking on ice that has been frozen for thousands of years.

Yang Xiaofeng's feet were almost frozen into ice, and when he walked, he was completely numb.

At this moment, he was walking slowly alone, and the road under his feet was too cold, but compared to this road, his heart seemed to be a little colder.

His blood is cold, and his heart is colder. Perhaps, he is simply a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

Otherwise, how could he bear to refuse the girl just now?

How much courage does it take, and what kind of ruthlessness does it take to make a decision like the one he just did?

Although the girl has always tried to impress him, no matter how hard she tries, his attitude towards her will always be so cold and repulsive.

He always rejected her, but even he didn't understand why he had to reject her.

Once, he was a boy like the wind, he had a heart as kind as the wind, and when he laughed, it was as soft as the spring breeze. His smile is as warm as the spring sun.

But now?

Now, he rarely laughs anymore, he doesn't like to laugh at all.

All that was left in his heart now was coldness and indifference.

Why, did he become the way he is?

Perhaps, it was just because his heart was no longer in himself. The warmth in his heart has long been taken away by a distant woman.

Now, all that remained in his heart was the tenderness that had long since turned into coldness, the tenderness that the snow-like woman had once given him.

Yang Xiaofeng walked slowly.

Just now, he and Lin Yuhan stayed at an inn located on the outskirts of Jinling, in fact, in this place, on both sides of Guang Street, there are at least no less than 170 restaurants, inns, restaurants and so on.

Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, so the business in the restaurant is exceptionally good. People who have been running for a year all gathered their relatives and friends on this night, and sat around the three-five-one table and seven-eighty-one seats to eat the most complete and happy Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

As a result, the sound of cups and plates, laughter, blessings, laughter, and the crisp sound of firecrackers everywhere near and far became completely resounding.

It's just that all of this seems to have nothing to do with Yang Xiaofeng. For him, this night could not be associated with Chinese New Year's Eve at all.

Maybe everyone else is gathering at home for a New Year's dinner. So much so that on this wide street, he was the only one left at the moment.

He walked.

He was alone, walking silently on this long street, which was also lonely.

He didn't know how far he had come, and he didn't know where he wanted to go.

Perhaps, it's not that he wants to go, it's just that his feet are moving subconsciously.

His whole body was in a daze, and his mind was completely blank. Could it be that this cold winter night has completely numbed his mind?

At this time, if there is anything on his mind, it is wine.

At this time, if you want to ask him that kind of thought is the strongest in his heart, it must be drunk.

At this moment, he really wants to get drunk, drunk, at least for three days and three nights. If he could, he really wanted to never wake up again.

However, he also knew in his heart that this was just a ridiculous extravagant hope.

When a person wants to get drunk, it is often the time when he is most sober.

Therefore, he is in pain, and he is even more helpless. He knew that getting drunk would only make him more uncomfortable, he knew that getting drunk wouldn't solve anything, and when he woke up, the sadness was still there. However, he was still drunk at this time.

He really wanted to get drunk.

So, he stopped, and happened to stop at the door of a restaurant.

Isn't it a wonderful and coincidental thing for a person who is about to drink to stop at a restaurant when he stops?

Is his luck really good?

In fact, on this street with more than 170 restaurants and inns, no matter where you stop, you will stop at the door of a certain restaurant.

"Broken Yuxuan" is a restaurant on this long street.

When Yang Xiaofeng stopped, he happened to stop at the door of the "Broken Jade Xuan". After a moment's hesitation, he walked in slowly.

The hall was wide, with nearly forty large square mahogany tables, but it was still a little crowded at this time.

There was no vacancy in the hall, so Yang Xiaofeng had to find a place to stand at will.

When he walked in, his cold gaze scanned the entire lobby for a week, and as far as he could see, the guests were bustling and noisy, and most of them were already drunk.

However, after just one glance, he immediately retracted his gaze. He was already withdrawn, and even in the midst of this lively restaurant, he really didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

It's just that what he didn't notice was that from the moment he stepped into this place, many people in the room had been glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally, and some of them were even a little wary on their faces.

Maybe Yang Xiaofeng didn't know that this market town outside Jinling City was actually the real base camp of the Fengyue Sect. All the inns and restaurants on this street are completely operated by the Fengyue Sect, and even within a radius of at least a hundred miles, all of them are the absolute sphere of influence of the Fengyue Sect.

The people who have dinner at these restaurants are naturally all from the Fengyue Sect. Therefore, when Yang Xiaofeng walked into Broken Yuxuan, the people here were already a little wary and even hostile to a stranger like him.

It's just that Yang Xiaofeng doesn't seem to feel the slightest hostility that these people are showing at the moment. After he found a random place to stand down, he called in a low voice, "Boss."

His voice was quickly drowned out by other noisy noises, and naturally no one paid attention to him.

He had to raise his voice slightly and call out again, "Boss".

It's just that although it was loud this time, no one paid attention to him.

Could it be that there is no owner in this store?

Of course there are owners in the shop, and there are even more guys.

Did those guys not even notice his presence?

Not.

From the moment Yang Xiaofeng's feet stepped into the store, the boss and his buddies were paying attention to him. The reason why no one greeted them was that they didn't want to deal with this poor sour ghost who looked like a scholar.