Xuan Sheran looked around anxiously for the figure who suddenly disappeared. Her figure shuttled between the icicles. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling broke into her medium. The next moment she stopped abruptly and covered her hands tightly with one hand.
She felt the heartache in her chest again, and her breathing quickened. The pain from her heart made her unsteady and almost staggered. She turned around with difficulty and leaned against the ice wall beside her, breathing hard.
Sudden
[I'm sorry, it seems my life is approaching]
——That almost old and hoarse female voice broke in and echoed in Xuan Shiran’s memory.
Xuan Shiran saw a pair of old and pale hands stretching out from the bed on the face of the red-haired man sitting beside the bed in the scene in her memory.
The owner of the hand was a white-haired old man who was dying soon. The old man looked at the red-haired man in front of him with a weak and strenuous look.
Who is he? Xuan Shiran endured the pain in his body and tried hard to see the owner's face clearly in the memory picture played.
[Wan'er, you lied to me again]
There was a trace of sadness in the man's low and cold voice. When he reached out and held the hand of the old man lying on the bed, Xuan was stunned. She finally saw clearly what a stunning face it was in her memory.
With a face, unparalleled delicate features like ice sculptures, and crystal white skin, almost every inch of this red-haired man is red, with red eyes, red hair, red robes, and even his eyebrows are red and enchanting.
nice
What is completely different from his cold and suffocating face is the cold, vertical eyes that are not human at all. At this moment, looking at the old man in front of him is full of sadness.
【I broke the contract again, Xuanwo left】
After the old man took one last look at the man in front of her with a pair of apologetic eyes, she closed her eyes with a smile and never woke up again.
[Yes, you lied to me] The man still held the completely cold hand. Looking at the person who walked away so simply, the sadness in his eyes gradually changed back to the coldness before.
As if he had made up his mind, he finally put down his hand and looked at the old man who would never wake up again. "You can never escape the fate of being connected to me. I will always wait for your descendants."
See you appear again]
As soon as he finished speaking, a red tear that even he didn't know slid down the man's cheek.
So just like that, the man didn't even attend the old man's funeral and sat under a mangrove tree that they had planted together. One day, two days, one year, two years, five springs and autumns passed, and he was still waiting like this.
Wait
Watching the old man's descendants being born one after another, and leaving one after another, he still did not give up, sitting there and continuing to wait for the person he would definitely see.
One season passed, and layers of petals fell on the man sitting under the tree. A gust of wind blew by, and they were blown away by the breeze. And another season came, and the layers of leaves that fell on him were blown away by the autumn wind.
He has forgotten how many years he has been sitting here waiting. His eyes are full of sadness, and there is no longer a trace of light in his red eyes. The persistent waiting is gradually replaced by a kind of loneliness.
Wan'er, are you so cruel to leave me alone? It was you who woke me up. Before I understood what you said about the warmth of the world, you resolutely chose to leave and plunged me into the abyss of loneliness again...