Ji Baimo opened his eyes, it seemed that because of the wound on his head, his movements were extremely sluggish, and his head would not be able to function for a while, his hand probed and found that there was no one around him, and the person who was supposed to be holding disappeared from his arms, as if when the avalanche came, the person he was holding in his arms was just a dream bubble, and when he woke up from the dream, the person disappeared......

His face changed, Ji Baimo stood up, his body swayed, as if he was going to fall down at any time, his eyes were looking around, a little flustered, like he was looking for his lost treasure, such panic was almost impossible on Ji Baimo's body, but at this moment it seemed so real and obvious.

He was also afraid, afraid of losing......

After the last search, his eyes stayed in front of him, a person's body, that person's back looked a little delicate, walking in the dark, staggering, stumbling, as if he would fall down at any time, Ji Baimo could see at a glance that it was Yan Bai's figure, because Yan Bai was some distance away from Ji Baimo, so he didn't notice that Ji Baimo had woken up and was still walking forward.

"Ahem...... cough lightly" Ji Baimo coughed lightly, his voice was a little hoarse and uncomfortable, and it was difficult to speak for a while, his two thin lips were pursed, and the blood fragrance on his lips entered his throat, Ji Baimo's eyes moved slightly, as if he had noticed something, and touched his neck, and a thin cut was made on it, obviously, the person who scratched him stopped for some reason, otherwise...... Now he was lying in a pool of blood and dead.

On the snow was a discarded knife, stained with Ji Baimo's blood.

His eyes were dim, Ji Baimo seemed to understand something, Yan Bai wanted to kill him, and when he was unconscious, he wanted to take his life, but it was just ...... Finally, the knife in his hand stopped.

The corners of his mouth went up, but he didn't smile, but he was a little self-deprecating, Ji Baimo shook his head slightly, touched his index finger on his neck, and stroked the wound caused by Yan Bai.

He muttered to himself.

"If you are as ruthless as you were six years ago...... How nice it should be. ”

In this way, he will probably be able to find a reason to hate her, there is no love, only hatred and resentment.

His palm was against his left chest, where his heart was, and now his heart was beating steadily, plopping, as if to tell him that he was still alive and well......

There was a very hideous wound on his chest, the wound was very long, almost touching the position of the heart, you can imagine how dangerous the situation may have been, how cruel the heart that killed him was, if this wound had been pushed a few millimeters further, then he would have died.

This scar, even though several years have passed, has long been scabbed over it, but the scar has not diminished at all, but is extremely clear, as if it is a reminder over and over again, reminding him of some kind of memory, the memory that he does not want to recall, the memory that he will not forget even if he wants to forget it.

"You've abandoned me again......"

There was a faint flash of disappointment in Ji Baimo's eyes, he looked in the direction where Yan Bai left, and now, the figure of the other party is no longer visible, as if he has left, as if he was the only one in this world.

The ending never changed.

Never......