While it is still golden autumn in other places, winter has already entered here. There was a heavy snowfall just a few days ago, and the mountains and fields were covered with pure white snow.
It was dusk, the sun had already set, and the North Star was bright in the northern sky, facing the rising silver moon in the east.
Tomorrow night is the night of the full moon.
Today's moon already appears to be a precursor to a supermoon. It is big and round, like a silver plate hanging in the deep night sky.
In the igloo hotel on the mountainside, charcoal is burning in the fireplace, and occasionally there will be a slight explosion and a small spark.
Zi Tong raised her wrist to glance at her sports watch, stood up from the sofa, and put on her coat.
Wei Yang, who was sitting on the sofa opposite, watched her movements, poured the last sip of wine in the glass into her mouth, put down the glass and stood up with her, "Want to go out?"
Zi Tong put her hands into her pockets and raised her lips slightly, "Shall we go together?"
The two people walked out of the guest room door one after the other.
Several rooms not far away also had lights on.
Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, and everyone has arrived here in advance, just waiting for the decisive battle tomorrow night.
The snow boots made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the snow. Zi Tong walked all the way up the hillside, staring far to the northwest - where the werewolves gathered, "I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle tomorrow night."
"You seem a little worried?" Weiyang asked from behind her.
Zi Tong took a breath, "That's right."
Judging from the news coming so far, it seems that the werewolf did not feel anything strange.
However, I don't know why, she always feels a little inexplicable uneasiness.
Weiyang withdrew her gaze from the snowy peak in the distance and looked at the purple-eyed figure in front of her.
She wore a black coat on her tall body. The coat was very snug and made her figure even more slender.
She didn't wear a hat or a headscarf, but she let the night wind blow her long hair into the air. The hair in the wind flew like strange-colored flames.
Looking at her in front of her, Wei Yang felt an inexplicable feeling of familiarity in her heart.
"We..." He took a breath, "Have we ever had a similar scene?"
Zi Tong turned her face and looked at Wei Yang.
Under the moonlight, his shoulder-length black hair was also blown by the wind, exposing his handsome face. His jade-like skin color was stained by the moonlight, making him look even more dusty.
Looking at Wei Young in front of him, what flashed in Zi Tong's eyes was the lonely Wei Young standing on the snowy peak under the moonlight.
"No." she said.
In fact, there is.
In the Boundless Snow Valley, he had been watching beside her for two whole years.
However, she didn't want to mention those things again.
This time, he no longer remembers her, which is his luck.
After saying that, she turned her face.
"Do you really believe that you can have peace?" Weiyang asked again.
Zi Tong did not look back, "You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"
Weiyang was startled, then raised the corners of her lips slightly, "I always feel like I'm being played by you."
Zi Tong chuckled, "If you don't want to, how could you play such a game with me?"
He took two steps forward and stood side by side with her on the snow. Weiyang raised her face, stared at the silver moon in the sky, and sighed softly.
"It's a pity that you already have Beichen, otherwise... maybe I would pursue you."
Her purple eyes flashed, but her face remained calm, "Sometimes, it's better to be friends than lovers, isn't it?"