What's more, once her body is broken, most of her spiritual power will be consumed, and it will be difficult to maintain her human form...
Alas, once she fulfills her promise, she will live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and no longer care about worldly affairs...
Not wanting Jia Ruo to worry too much, she deliberately snored a few times to breathe evenly...
After sitting on the corner of the bed like this for a long time, she slowly stood up
Opened the door and walked out.[
The moonlight outside is like water, shining on the white snow, covered with silver, which is desolate and charming.
At this time, the moon has turned to the west, and it is midnight.
In the complete silence, the occasional barking of a dog came, adding a touch of desolation to the cold night.
Hua Xiyue walked out slowly.
Unknowingly, we walked to Aiyun Mountain again.
Came to a hillside.
During the day, they roasted snow chicken here and hugged...
All the memories were warm and sweet, and a smile appeared on Hua Xiyue's face.
Although the traces of their stay here during the day had been covered again by the wind and snow, in a daze, Hua Xiyue seemed to see the warm scene reappear during the day.
She looked at the ice and snow on the ground, and suddenly an idea came to her. She wanted to leave a witness here, even if it took a day!
She got busy and started building a snowman...
When other people make snowmen, they all make them round and fat, like Maitreya Buddha.
But she was piled thin and tall, as if she would fall if the wind blew.
Her little face was red from the cold, and her little hands were as red and swollen as ten little carrots.
The snowman slowly took shape under her hands
Looking up from a distance, it looks like a man sitting there with a woman cuddling next to him...
It's not like she's making a snowman, but like she's making an ice sculpture
Pull out the Emei thorn and gently carve out the eyebrows
She cared so seriously and so devotedly that she didn't even notice that there was an extra person not far behind her...[
Ye Sang stood not far away, looking at the woman who was busy
Her little face was as cold as an apple, and there was a dreamy smile at the corner of her mouth
The little mouth is mumbling, and I don't know what it is saying, just like the whisper of a lover.