The understatement of his answer sounded as if it was just a very ordinary answer.

But actually,

Every word he said was like a cold knife stabbing his heart with deep pain.

When ranbai heard such an answer, it was neither expected nor unexpected. After all, there was no emotional fluctuation.

"But... Since you asked, there's something for you." Zhao Zhao lowered his eyes and turned out the snow-white letter he had always carried with him but had never opened.

Who knows what Jiang Yuyan wrote.

When Jiang Yuyan gave it to him, he still said that if ranbai asked about him later, he would give this letter to ranbai.

If not

Forget it.

Just throw it away.

At that time, Zhao Zhao also felt that Jiang Yuyan was inexplicable and unreasonable.

How could ranbai ask him about Jiang Yuyan? How could she find him? They don't know him well, okay?

Zhao Zhao also ridiculed Guo Jiang Yuyan for this. When did he still play such a set of literature and art.

At that time, the boy just kicked Zhao Zhao with a light smile. His thin lips held a specious smile, like hiding something, but he couldn't see it.

Now, when I look back, every detail seems to be silently announcing today's results.

The more you think about it, the more ridiculous it becomes.

Maybe

It's really doomed from the beginning.

Their destiny,

Entangled, is evil fate.

"Jiang Yuyan gave it to you." Zhao Zhao stretched out his hand and handed it to ranbai. "I don't know what it says. Have a look for yourself."

It was cold and cold. When breathing, he would exhale fog. His fingertips were red with cold. Zhao Zhao didn't think so much. He just stared at the girl in front of him. His red eyes never faded and spoke silently in his heart.

Jiang Yuyan.

I hope all your efforts and intentions are not paid in vain.

Zhao Zhao licked his lips and looked at the empty villa in the dark behind him. He felt there was no need to stay.

After all, someone came, and someone Jiang Yuyan liked came.

This is new year's Eve. I wanted to have a look, but I didn't expect to meet ranbai.

Now it's time for him to go.

Dyed white eyelashes half drooped and looked at the letter.

Didn't reach for it.

After a pause of two or three seconds, he took it.

Yingbai put her fingertips against the edge of the envelope and unconsciously used her strength to press out the cold white.

Zhao Zhao noticed such a detail. He silently took back his eyes, didn't look or say much, and turned and left.

Stepping on the wind and snow.

Between heaven and earth,

The remaining girls were alone.

Form a single shadow in the wind and snow.

Ranbai rubbed the letter repeatedly, as if she was measuring something.

The color of the eyes reflected the color of snow and the color of the moon. The light and shadow were swallowed up and annihilated in an instant, which seemed dark and unknown.

She finally opened the letter.

The action is neither light nor heavy, neither fast nor slow, and there is no excessive emotion in it.

The contents of the letter came into view.

The sharp and vigorous characters are all in them.

Looking at the lines of words, it seems that the clear and lazy pleasant voice of the youth has fallen in a trance, with a romantic feeling of smiling but not smiling, and inadvertently lingering with a sad love that makes people blush and heartbeat.

"Hi, my lady. I don't know if you can see this letter. In fact, it's better if you can't see it. If you see it and don't know when you saw it, tell you good morning, good afternoon and good night..."

"I once said that my birthday wish was very spiritual, and I told you that I was a prophet in my previous life. It must have worked, right? It's a pity that I can't spend the first new year with you, but there are many people around you who will accompany you."

"Don't be too lonely. Remember to stay up for the new year. Don't be alone. I'll be distressed. Whenever you remember to take care of yourself, please be responsible for your new life..."

Ranbai kept looking down. The next long paragraph was Jiang YuYan's advice. Three words couldn't leave her.

Even dyed white didn't know,

When did Jiang Yuyan know her so well.

Ran Bai stared at the words on it. Her eyes looked like melting ice and frost. Her fingertips knocked gently, as if she was talking to others, or muttering to herself: "why didn't you know you were so wordy before..."

Until she saw the few lines behind.

"But when you see this letter, I'm gone. I'm always tired of living in a city for too long. It's better to go somewhere else. As for where I went, it's confidential."

"You can travel around the world in the future, but it's a pity that you probably don't have a chance to be a tour guide for you... I don't know if you miss me. Everything is fine. But if you miss me, maybe we'll see you again in a year. The world is so big and the magic is very magical. Maybe I'll be called back by you, little sister."

"Even if there is no me in the future, please remember that I am still there."

"Where you can't see -"

"Jiang Yanyan loves you. Always love you."

Up to now, after a heavy stroke, there is no other words.

Dyed white's eyes coagulated on the letter. His sight was a little blurred. He didn't see it very clearly.

The cold wind rolled up the broken snow and dazzled people's eyes.

The night was cold.

No one could see the girl's expression hidden in the dark. She was clutching the paper and even her knuckles were turning white.

long time.

She just spoke.

The voice line is very dumb and icy. It seems to be trying to restrain something.

"Jiang Yuyan..." her voice will break at any time in such a cold winter, "who let you go."

She stood where she was, motionless.

The midnight bell sounded as if it echoed in my ears for a long time.

The new year is officially coming.

She still didn't keep the year with others as Jiang Yuyan said in his letter.

But ranbai feels that she is at least with Jiang Yuyan.

She uttered every word carefully.

"Jiang Yuyan."

"Happy new year."

In response to her,

It is the endless cold wind in the night and the embarrassing eternal depression and silence.

There was a fine tingling in the heart, and the ice cold feeling continued continuously. Although it was not fatal, it could not get rid of it.

Since the change of heart, dyed white rarely feels such stinging pain.

It's getting worse.

It must have not completely recovered after the operation.

A year is neither long nor short.

It can happen many things and change many existence, but there are always some things that remain unchanged.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons rotate.

Swaying wind, spring flowers bloom, everything recovers; Early summer drizzle, colorful flowers bloom everywhere; One leaf knows autumn, and osmanthus fragrance in August; Winter has come, and no one returns at night in the wind and snow.

The world is still running as usual, the sun rises in the East and sets in the west, and the sun shines on all things. The breeze blew thousands of miles.

This world is not without who will stop, let alone fall apart.