She walked barefoot to the window, opened a gap in the window, and reached out to catch the snow floating in the air.

The red floc fell on Su Rao's palm along with the pure snow.

She looked carefully, but her face changed.

The red floc is clearly the flesh and blood of humans.

Su Rao closed the window in a panic. Under the huge visual impact, she clasped the window ridge with one hand and vomited unbearably.

When Mu Yan came in, he saw such a scene.

The zombie's five keen senses made him smell the bloody smell floating in the air.

Su Rao saw Mu Yan's military boots appear in front of her, but she couldn't speak.

She just endured the dizziness and tried her best.

But Mu Yan put the food aside and squatted down in front of him.

His face was gentle and smiling, and his face was like a spotless god, very deceptive.

Su Rao let him hold his hand gently, unable to resist at all.

She heard Mu Yan say, "Does Rao Rao feel very disgusting?"

She was silent and watched him take out a gray handkerchief from his arms and wipe the blood and dirt from his palms.

She stared at him blankly, and then heard him say in an increasingly light voice: "This world is disgusting, but it's just that you have such a little bit of beauty."

He put the bloody handkerchief aside, leaned down and kissed her palm.

The cold fragrance covered the remaining bloody smell. Su Rao looked at his pious posture and said nothing.

Mu Yan smiled slowly, his smile exuding an indescribable warmth: "Rao Rao, I know you want to leave here, but... I can't bear to leave."

He raised his eyes and looked at her, put her hands on his face. The peach blossom eyes were deep and full of paranoia: "I can't bear to let go."

The tears that Su Rao had been storming in her eyes finally fell: "But Ayan... I don't like this world. I have my own world. I don't belong here. My parents, my family and friends are all waiting for me to go back..."

Mu Yan smiled bitterly and wiped the tears from her face. The sigh in his tone was so heavy. He said, "But Rao Rao, I have been waiting for you for a long time, for a long time..."

"The strategies you made for are all my life."

"I have loved you for four lifetimes..."

In this world, the most unpaid thing is love.

But she has let him down so many times.

Su Rao felt her vision was very blurred. She looked at Mu Yan and felt suffocating like she was walking to the end.

There is a dead end between them.

Mu Yan seemed to not see what she was thinking, but just smiled and said, "I've been sleeping for so long, are you hungry? Let's have a meal first, okay?"

Su Rao wanted to refuse, but her words were choked in her throat and she couldn't say a word.

Mu Yan grasped her guilt very well, making her tolerate him to a point where she was outrageous.

The snow outside the window was still falling, spilling, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.

Time flows by as the two people get along without realizing it.

The only time, she was lucky.

She didn't remember when that day was. There was still heavy snow outside mixed with blood, and the temperature of the fireplace made the whole room warm as spring.

She floated with him like a small sailboat in his arms.

Su Rao saw Mu Yan's dark red eyes and the scarlet tear mole at the corner of his eyes.

She reached out to touch her and said in a voice that was so light that it could not be more gentle: "Do I never hear news about your love value in the future?"

At that time, Mu Yan was kissing her collarbone, and he froze when he heard this. Then he supported his elbow to stretch the distance between the two, and there was a faint coldness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

He said in a calm voice: "Rao Rao, I am not your guide."

Su Rao understood the metaphor in his words at this point and never mentioned it again.

He would not give himself a chance to leave this world, even if... her body is old and dead in this world.

Her thoughts were annihilated, and she didn't feel as if she was dead, but instead she was never-ending.

She was very obediently cooperating with Mu Yan's needs and desires, and was with him. In this quiet and silent world, there were only the two of them.

She is the canary he raised, a bright moon in the abyss swamp,

She is his private hidden love, a rose watered by him with his hard work at the end of the end of the world,

She is his paranoid, despair, hostility, love, weakness,

She is his lover who will never let others see him, and it is his whole body.

He overturned the world just to keep her by his side.

Love is coming and has become the deadliest sweet medicine, and Su Rao has nowhere to go.

Su Rao didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit that the development of things had completely derailed.

Later, even Su Rao herself didn't know when she started to change.

She began to gradually become another person, a petted little rose, a canary in captivity, and a captive canary.

She was used to Mu Yan's domination over herself,

I'm used to him bent down to put on his shoes and socks for him.

Get used to his whispers in his ears every night,

Get used to his cold body temperature and strong kisses,

I am used to seeing him alone.

Habits in life... only him.

She actively or passively lost her subjective wishes, and just stayed by his side and endured everything he wanted to impose on her.

Whether it is love or hostility...

Time passes by little by little in the process of people's waste.

The heavy snow outside the window finally stopped. Su Rao sat in the soft bed, with ambiguous marks on her soft and fair skin.

She looked down at Mu Yan's hand slinging around her waist, her eyelashes trembled, and her tone was calm: "How long has this snow been?"

Mu Yan smiled and kissed her earlobe: "It's only two years, not very long."

Well, two years.

Human adaptability is always surprisingly good.

Just two years later, Su Rao has adapted to such a life under Mu Yan's favor and training.

She seemed to think of something and chuckled softly: "I am twenty-one years old this year."

Mu Yan smiled, his eyes gentle as the lake surface where the ice and snow melted in early spring. He said: "In my eyes, Rao Rao will always be 18 years old."

But no one will always be eighteen years old. If you are a human, you will grow old.

Su Rao did not make clear his words. Mu Yan has an infinite life. In his infinite life, a person's life is just a blink of an eye.

I will die sooner or later on Su Rao's words, but I didn't say it.

Mu Yan didn't notice her strangeness. He looked at the gorgeous sunshine outside and said softly: "The weather outside is very good. Rao Rao, do you want to go out for a walk? You haven't been out for two years."
Chapter completed!