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His heart, which had been calmed down, seemed to be stirred up a ripple again. But the ripple was so weak after all that even he didn't seem to notice it before disappearing again, and disappeared without a trace, without a trace.

Was this really his feelings, or was it just his delusion?

His heart fell silent again, but as long as it began to throb, it would continue to ripple again and again.

Could it be, one day, that his heart will be as bright as it once was?

Or perhaps, except for the woman who is as cold as frost and snow, in this life, eternal life, his heart will never sprout for anyone again.

"Just because the person who makes me obsessed is your ......."

Yang Xiaofeng kept silently reciting this sentence in his heart, and then he smiled. It's just that there is no trace of warmth in his smile except for strong sadness.

He laughed bitterly, very bitterly. His sad smile immediately made Lin Yuhan's heart completely sink to the bottom.

His sad smile seemed to be a little colder than the bitter winter breeze. The coldness in this smile has completely extinguished the flame-like love in Lin Yuhan's heart.

At this moment, she finally realized what it means to be completely desperate.

Yang Xiaofeng was still smiling, smiling faintly, as if he was about to burst into tears.

The remnant sun is like crying, You Zi still refuses to leave, is it still nostalgic for the flowing clouds in the sky?

Just like at this moment, he is still in love with Luo Qingxue in his heart.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell through the scattered clouds, staining the last evening clouds on the horizon.

At the same time, the sunset was also cut into countless points of light by the clouds, like thousands of lines falling from the sky, and a mottled shadow was immediately reflected on the ground, as if it was the heart of someone here.

Lin Yuhan was in a trance for a while, she seemed to be a little confused.

It seemed that she couldn't tell whether the shattered shadow of the remnant sun or her own sad heart was shattered.

Looking at Yang Xiaofeng's smile, she finally understood that from beginning to end, there was only Luo Qingxue in his heart after all.

At this moment, can she completely die?

At this moment, should she understand after all that between Yang Xiaofeng and Luo Qingxue, she is so redundant.

At this moment, she was already able to let go, and then left alone.

But how willing she was.

Who is she, is she Lin Yuhan good. Even if she has thrown away the identity of the Holy Maiden of the Wind Moon Sect, she is still the demon girl who charms the world. If she doesn't even dare to pursue the person she likes, then is she still the Lin Yuhan who is peerless and has made countless men in the rivers and lakes sink for her?

What about her pride?

"Persistence, don't you have to be persistent if you like someone. For the sake of the people I like, I can even be desperate, what is the point of being persistent......"?

Lin Yuhan looked at Yang Xiaofeng with a firm gaze, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and asked, "You said that I was too persistent, so what about you, how can you not be like this." Aren't you as persistent with Luo Qingxue as I am with you?"

Yang Xiaofeng sighed lightly and said lightly: "For me, she is different"?

Lin Yuhan understood that Yang Xiaofeng was actually saying that Luo Qingxue was different from her.

But there was another question she didn't understand. Since she didn't understand, she had to ask.

Lin Yuhan asked sourly: "How is she different from me?"

"Where is she different from you......", a few traces of pain flashed on Yang Xiaofeng's face, and after being silent for a long time, he replied lightly: "She...... She's been waiting for me for 10 years."

"I can also ......", Lin Yuhan immediately said loudly: "If I can, I can also wait like her." Ten years, or twenty years, or even this life, I am willing to wait, just for you."

Yang Xiaofeng's body was shocked, and he seemed to be a little confused in his heart. Listening to Lin Yuhan's sworn confession, he didn't even have a trace of joy.

His heart became more and more painful. He could only smile bitterly and said lightly: "Waiting is not only a torment, but also a torment."

"I don't care about ......", Lin Yuhan said resolutely: "For you, I don't care how much torture I suffer, for you, no matter how long I have to wait, I am willing."

Yang Xiaofeng was silent and didn't say a word.

Listening to Lin Yuhan's words, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Her words had touched the weakest part of his heart. For her infatuation, it seems that he can no longer refuse.

Could it be that his heart has begun to be moved by Lin Yuhan?

By no means.

Just because of this moment, Luo Qingxue's shadow became clearer and clearer in his heart.

Now that his heart has been moved, why is he still thinking about Luo Qingxue?

Is it that there has always been only Luo Qingxue in his heart?

At this moment, there was no trace of confusion and confusion in his heart.

It turned out that from beginning to end, there was only one person in his heart.

Her name is Luo Qingxue.

Inadvertently looking up, the sunset had completely set after all, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Is it nightfall?

Yang Xiaofeng looked into the distance, the thoughts in his heart poured out like a tide, and in a moment, his thoughts and consciousness were all occupied.

"I don't know if she's okay this night"?

This night, it was snowing heavily in the Falling Snow Valley.

It's been a whole day of snow since the morning. However, until this point, the snow still seems to show no signs of stopping.

The valley in the snowy night seemed silent, as if everything had been overwhelmed by the heavy snow.

Pieces of snowflakes are dancing heartily, and even the deepest thoughts in the world seem to melt into this sky of quicksilver.

Back Valley.

In the Leaf Tower.

The new curtains specially added for the wedding before the month between the doors and windows are still as smooth as new, and the red wedding couplets on the lintel are still so dazzling. It's just that the words that originally blessed the newlyweds looked so ironic at this time.

Even the red lanterns hanging high in the courtyard are still there. Everything here still seems to be yesterday.

Except for the pair of mandarin duck pillows that Lan Ru secretly took away, all the furnishings in the room have not changed, the newly embroidered brocade quilt, the bright red bed curtains, and the hanging candlesticks are still there.

But what about people, at this moment, who should have been here?

Where is he now?

Is he doing well at this time?

On this snowy night, Luo Qingxue thought of Yang Xiaofeng again.

The snowy night was silent, and people's thoughts seemed to have become extraordinarily intense, and at this moment, she could no longer suppress her longing for him.

Why was fate so cruel to her and him, the most tender feelings, at this moment, only full of sadness remained.

The past is still as clear as yesterday, but the person in my heart is no longer around.

At this moment, is he also thinking about her?

The coals in the stove were burning, but the temperature in the room was still cold.

Is it too cold?

No, the windows were so wide open that all the snow was blowing in outside.

At this time, Luo Qingxue was standing in front of the window.

She was still wearing only a thin single shirt, and the wind and snowflakes blew in from the outside, hitting her face like a knife, making her weak body shiver.

But she was still standing there, stubbornly standing there, seemingly, not feeling cold at all.

Compared to the chill in his heart, what is this cold?

Or, she doesn't care about her body anymore, she's just torturing herself.

Is it that only when the physical pain is greater than the pain in her heart, can she temporarily suppress her thoughts.

Is it, only by torturing herself like this can she stop thinking about him for a while.

There were times when she even deceived herself into thinking about forgetting him, but after trying for a long time, it was in vain.

Luo Qingxue stood quietly in front of the window, letting the wind and snow outside the house whistle in and smash it on her violently, but she didn't care at all.

The cold wind blew on her face, and she only felt a hot pain in her eyes, but she tried to open her eyes and look forward.

Although the vision has long been blurred by the wind and snow, the scene in the former valley can still barely be seen.

On such a snowy night, the lights in the front valley are still bright. If you listen carefully, in addition to the sound of the wind, there is also a burst of noise coming from the front valley.

Luo Qingxue knew that it was the eldest brother who was entertaining an important guest.