I still remember that it was very windy and snowy that day.
Mo Ziming walked on the street, holding a cold sword in his hand, looking for Zhan Shaoan's figure.
This damn guy would run out to drink tea with Xiang Yu as soon as there was a quarrel. It was really annoying.
But as he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel sad.
It's not that he won't be jealous, he also wants to include Zhan Shao's security department, but in the middle, Xiang Yu is added.
The white snow makes a crunching sound under your feet.
After drinking a cup of hot tea, the falling snow fell on his long and thick eyelashes without melting.
At this moment, he heard a low cry, and the howling north wind passed by his ears, bringing with it a deep chill.
With some doubts in his heart, he stepped forward on the white snow, and the trampled road on the ground was covered by his new footprints.
Before he reached the corner of the alley, he heard a familiar voice.
"Xiang Yu, you can't take me away!"
"Why? I like you so much, I can take care of you, and I have been waiting for you for so many days. Why don't you come with me?" This must be Xiang Yu's voice.
Zhan Shaoan clung to the wall, the tip of his nose was red from the cold: "It has always been your intention. It was also your idea to let me live in disguise by your side. I am like a puppet being manipulated. I cannot
I have half my own thoughts."
"Xiang Yu, we are really over."
"Are you so cruel?" Xiang Yu's eyes turned red, like a lion about to become furious. It looked particularly ferocious in the wind and snow, as if it was about to pounce on Mo Ziming in the next second.
Mo Ziming stood aside, holding a long sword in his frozen hand, thinking silently in his heart.
Xiang Yu, if you touch Shao'an, I, Mo Ziming, will definitely fight for you with my life.
The two of them faced off like this for a long time. A tear burst out of Xiang Yu's eyes and his voice became hoarse.
After a long while, he reluctantly said a word: "Okay, I will help you."
Everything is just my own fault.
"Just wait, I will definitely find someone a thousand times better than you and live happily together. You don't have to sympathize with me or pity me."
Xiang Yuyin held back the tears that were about to fall, and actually laughed, the white mist blown away by the wind, "I just fell in love with someone who didn't love me at all, it's no big deal."
"I can't take it away, I can't snatch it away. This is just my own sorrow."
Zhan Shaoan leaned against the cold wall and listened, clenching his hands into fists and closing his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, Xiang Yu was already gone.
Mo Ziming hadn't appeared yet, but Xiang Yu noticed his presence and walked towards him slowly.
Without squinting, he walked past him, paused, and said in a cold voice: "Mo Ziming, if you can't take care of Shao'an, I will kill you."
"You will not see the day when I treat him badly, nor will you see that I have any useful thoughts towards him." After Mo Ziming uttered these words, Xiang Yu had already left.
In the past, most of the relationships between Zhan Shaoan and Xiang Yu were based on interests.
With the cold wind blowing against his face, Mo Ziming stepped on the snow and walked to Zhan Shao'an.
The two looked at each other for a while, and he spoke first: "Have you finished the tea? - Come back with me."
Zhan Shaoan lowered his gaze to look at his feet buried in the snow, and nodded: "Yes."
He stepped forward and held his cold hand. Mo Ziming's face darkened and he hugged Zhan Shao'an, who was a head shorter than him: "Is it still cold?"
"...It's not cold anymore." Zhan Shaoan breathed out a breath of white mist and looked into the distance vaguely.
When they passed the corner, Mo Ziming heard the low cry again.
Curiosity drove him and Zhan Shaoan to move forward step by step.
"Mo Zi, this...is a child? Who is so cruel to throw him here?"
Mo Ziming hugged the cold baby from the basket and quickly pulled Zhan Shao'an along.
"Fool, maybe this is the child that God gave to the two of us——"
