Leng Mujing looked at Xue Xiaoyou under the moonlight at night and stared at the bright moon. Her eyes were blood red. Leng Mujing wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say...

"I know what you want to ask." Xue Xiaoyou closed her eyes, "Everything about the past - a mystery."

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The sound of gentle footsteps came from the deep alley.

Leaning in the corner was a girl covered in blood. She was wearing a simple black dress that perfectly outlined her figure. Her long purple hair was stained with a strong smell of blood. Her body was constantly flowing with blood.

The blood added a bit of eerieness to her in this night.

The girl seemed to be awake, but her consciousness seemed to be gradually blurring. She raised her beautiful purple eyes that were once bright like stars but now were blank, and looked at the person who stopped in front of her.

As if it was an extreme opposition, the girl looked at the woman in front of her who was dressed in pure white like snow, her consciousness gradually blurred, and she murmured in a low voice, "Xiaoyou."

Xue Xiaoyou stared blankly at Luo'er, who was leaning against the wall and gradually losing consciousness, feeling so distressed that she felt as if she was suffocating.

Kneeling down tremblingly, Xue Xiaoyou looked at the girl's injured hand with blood constantly coming out. She stretched out her white hand and gently touched the bloody wound.

Luo'er, who was leaning against the wall, felt waves of coolness coming from her wrists.

However, her consciousness gradually blurred. Before her vision went dark, Luo'er tried her best to see clearly the scene in front of her under the moonlight.

A white hand reached out to her and touched her face. She saw that the girl's long silver hair was as beautiful as the moonlight, and her pure white dress actually made her feel a little inferior despite her bloody body. However, those dark eyes

There was a hint of tenderness in her red eyes.

Luo'er smiled slightly, "So...warm." Then her beautiful eyes slowly closed.

Xue Xiaoyou was startled and suddenly cried. Liquid fell down her face, and hot tears fell on her cold cheeks, as if they had frozen into ice.

I am a woman of ice and snow, how could I not know how cold my body temperature is.

But the girl in front of her had a slight smile on her face and said something like "It's so warm."

Xue Xiaoyou couldn't help but hugged the unconscious Luo'er, completely ignoring the blood on the girl's body staining her pure white dress. She was choked and speechless. Luo'er, how cold is your heart?

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In the deep alley, Xue Xiaoyou, who was dressed in pure white, was holding a girl in a black dress in her arms. There were tears on Xue Xiaoyou's face, as if an angel was crying for a devil. On Xue Xiaoyou's pure white skirt

It was stained with blood from holding the girl, like a plum blossom with coagulated blood.

The moonlight shone in the alley, and strangely, a few pure white snowflakes fell in the alley, and then the thick blood on the ground was covered with white and disappeared.

Xue Xiaoyou placed Luo'er in a small but neat house. There were no lights in the room, and only the moonlight filtered in, bringing a touch of tranquility to the room.

In this silent night, that is, in this night, Ming Luo or Xia Yue Xuemo was forgotten by the world, and the only one left was An Weixi.

The night market is bustling with lights and feasting. However, no one knows that there is a black space here, where angels and demons cling to each other in loneliness.

The night is still young, but things have changed and people have changed.

I have been living in the cold all my life, and I only talk about the sorrow of being cold.
Chapter completed!