At night, the snow stopped. Tonight was exactly September 15th, with bright moon thousands of miles away and stars dotted. Shubaowang
"Shui Han, let's go out to enjoy the moon." Before Qing Lian could speak, she took her hand and pulled her out.
The two of them sat at the stone last time to watch the moon, and no one spoke, just sat quietly.
At this moment, the two of them seemed to be in a fairyland, with stars standing by the moon in the night sky and endless snow scenes.
Until late at night, the two of them strolled back to the house to sleep.[
That night, Qinglian wrapped her tightly and never let go of her in her sleep.
The next day, the weather was beautiful, and there was no snow. The sun shone on the snow, scattered with golden spots.
"Water is cold, drink water." Qinglian handed her the water heated up and let her take many rare spiritual medicines in the world.
"Qinglian, I'm leaving, thank you." Apart from thanking, she didn't know what to say.
"...No need to thank you, I thank you." Qinglian was a little at a loss. She wanted to look at her a few more times, but she didn't dare to look at her. This strange feeling made him scared and at a loss.
"Qinglian, if you have anything to do, come and find me."
"No, no, I won't go to find you. I want to stay here to continue practicing. Don't come to me either." Qinglian said hurriedly. After saying that, his heart suddenly tightened, and his face became a little
pale.
"Qinglian, are you okay? You are practicing alone in this snowy and ice. What if something happens?" Yi Shuihan was a little worried. Just like last time, if she hadn't found Qinglian in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"No, as long as you leave, I will be fine. My mind will come back. I will be able to respond in the last disaster. You can go quickly. You should be able to get out of Jueqiong Peak before dark." Qinglian said,
He said, while panicking the bags to Yi Shuihan.
Yi Shuihan was so stupid that she was the source of Qinglian’s inability to improve her mind power.
"Be careful on the way, just walk down the mountain and go out. You can go quickly." Qinglian urged Cui and didn't look at her.
"Okay, thank you, Qinglian."
After speaking, Yi Shuihan turned around and left, went out, looked at the sky, breathed a sigh of relief, and went down the mountain.
"Shui Han, wait a minute." Qing Lian hurriedly chased after her, holding a shawl in her hand, looking at her, and quickly walked up to her.
"Qinglian, what else is there?" Yi Shuihan smiled.
Qinglian paused, her eyes stopped on her face, as if she wanted to portray her smile in her heart.
"Shui Han, put this on." Qing Lian put on her shawl and tied her clothes.
"I'm already warm enough." Yi Shuihan's heart trembled slightly and he tried his best to smile.
"It will be cold later, okay, you go, go down quickly." Qinglian also smiled.[
Yi Shuihan did not speak, turned around and left resolutely, walking freely, like a lone wanderer floating away, standing proudly in the world without touching a single leaf.
The white back became farther and farther away, almost blending with the world, and only a few strands of black hair scattered out of the hat and raised gently.
The smile on Qinglian's face faded, and a heart-wrenching pain spread in her heart, watching the whiteness disappear into the snow forest.
After a long time, he still couldn't take a step. His feet weighed a thousand pounds, but they couldn't match the heaviness in his heart.
He slowly spread his palms, and the bright brocade lay quietly on the palm of his hand, and he could not blow away no matter how cold wind blew it. This was his disaster.
In this vast snow peak, that figure is so thin that it cannot withstand the wind and snow.