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The warm winter sunlight enveloped this ice-cold land. The blowing wind was still so cold that it was bone-piercing. The dry leaves of the wutong tree by the lake fell with the wind, dancing about as they quietly floated down to the lake surface, creating circular ripples.

On the shore of the small lake, Nangong Shaojue was standing there with his hands in his pockets. The cold wind was blowing against his thin and elegant figure, yet it gave off an extremely warm and safe feeling.

It was as if this winter's coldness was unheard-of. The pair of amber, ice-cold eyes stared fixedly into the distance, an unfathomable darkness.

About half a meter away from him, Litchi was using a walking stick. She was staring into the distance with her pitch-black eyes. The cold wind blew against her face. Her hair was messy, but it gave her a different kind of beauty.

The two of them had been standing there for almost half an hour, neither of them speaking. After a long while, Litchi finally opened her mouth and said, "You don't seem happy to see me at all?" There was a faint hint of irony in that desolate voice.

"…" Nangong Shaojue.

Hearing no answer, Litchi smiled and continued, "Or did you forget already, or have fallen in love with someone else!" The clear and cold voice echoed in the cold wind, sounding somewhat mournful.

Nangong Shaojue continued to look into the distance, his amber eyes moved secretly, unable to see through his emotions, he did not have any words to say.

"Don't you want to know at all why I'm not dead?" There was a note of mockery in his voice.

"…" He still did not speak.

Litchi turned around and looked at him with her colorless eyes. She paused for half a second, then laughed in a mocking tone, "It seems that I really shouldn't be here, because you already have your own life and love, don't you?" As he finished his sentence, his voice became choked with sobs. His colorless eyes gradually became misty, the red rims of his eyes became red, and the cold wind blew away the tears in the corners of his eyes.

She smiled bitterly, her head bowed. She lifted her left hand and removed a red ribbon from her right wrist, with a gold rosebud button.

Holding it in her hand, Litchi turned around and faced him. She stretched out her hand and said bitterly: "I'll give this back to you!"

After saying that, Nangong Shaojue slowly turned around, and his gaze instantly fell on the golden button. His amber eyes gradually enlarged, and an image flashed past his mind.

He was fourteen, she was eight, she was dressed in a beautiful princess's hair, a red and white plaid dress, a pink face, and a pair of eyes as bright as pearls. She looked like the most beautiful English doll in a fine cupboard.

She hugged him tightly and said excitedly, "I won't let you go! Big brother, don't go!"

"…"

"Mommy! Why did father send his brother away? I don't want him to go! "I don't want him to leave …" She cried so hard that tears streamed down her face. She hugged him tightly without relaxing in the slightest.

"…"

He lowered his eyes and his unfocused amber eyes looked at her. His originally cold eyes slowly revealed traces of gentle emotions. Just like that, he quietly felt her trembling body that was filled with grief and tears.

His hands were stiff on both sides of his legs. He wanted to reach out and hug her, but he couldn't move his arms no matter what.

Until her body was forcibly lifted up, she cried and struggled while shouting, "No! "Mom, let me go, I don't want big brother to leave, I don't want him to leave …" She clutched his clothes tightly with both hands.

However, in the end, she was forcefully carried away.

"Young Master! "Let's go!"

Her crying voice kept echoing, and only then did he realize, "Wait!" The cold voice was filled with a domineering aura.

After saying that, he took off the second button on his suit. Even though he couldn't see her, he could still sense her direction.

He walked towards her and stood in front of the beautiful woman. He raised his hand and grabbed the little girl's soft and small wrist, placing the button on her hand.

Her red eyes stared at him blankly, and she said with a choked voice: "Big brother! "Don't go …"

He raised his hand and rubbed her head. His ice-cold expression was extremely gentle. "I will come back!"

As he said this, he withdrew his hand and turned to leave. He could only hear her sobs growing farther and farther away until they disappeared from his hearing. He suddenly felt a tightening pain in his chest.

He will come back.

When Litchi felt that he did not have any movement, she crouched down and placed her walking stick on the ground. Then, she took a step forward and stood beside him.

The moment her white fingers touched his wrist, she could clearly feel Nangong Shaojue's stiff body, and the bitter and bitter smile at the corner of her mouth became even deeper.

However, she insisted on taking Nangong Shaojue's hand out of his pants's pocket. With the touch of her ice-cold fingertip, Nangong Shaojue's palm turned stiff as he watched her place the button on the red ribbon onto the palm of his hand.

Feeling the touch of that ice-cold button, it clearly didn't feel the slightest bit of weight on his palm, but immediately, he felt that it was as heavy as a gem. He no longer knew how to express his current feelings.

Litchi slowly withdrew her hand and raised her head, looking at him with her unfocused eyes. She smiled, and her smile was filled with bitterness and sadness, "I thought it would be you on New Year's Eve. I didn't expect to meet her, although I don't know what she looks like, but she must be very beautiful. She is very kind, and I can see that she loves you very much.

As he spoke, his voice paused, and his tone revealed a heavy sense of sadness and desolation.

"…"

"I heard her say you were getting married! I didn't expect her to be pregnant with your child, it's so good! " She smiled bitterly, "At least you must be happy all these years!"

"…"

Maybe it is not the time for me to appear here, and I have truly disturbed you all. Shaojue, I just want to know, is the child okay?

As his words fell, the space seemed to have frozen. It was so silent that one could hear the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the clear sound of bells dropping onto the surface of the lake. However, Nangong Shaojue only stared intently at the buttons on his palm as the wind blew away his short hair that was as black as ink.

After a long time, he still remained silent. His deep amber eyes were filled with an unfathomable depth.

Litchi did not hear the answer. She smiled bitterly and said, "Tell me, is it so difficult for my child to be good or not right now?"