She slowly opened her eyes. It was as if the entire world was silvery white, sparkling, pure, and sparkling.
Shi Beiyu seemed to have lost his soul as he carried Mu Siyin and stepped into the world of ice and snow. His heart was as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth.
The snowflakes fell on their bodies and fell on Mu Siyin’s face. It was ice-cold.
But suddenly, something warm fell and burned into her heart.
It was... His tears.
She sighed silently and gently raised her hand to caress his cheek. She said softly, “Carry me and sit down. Let’s watch the snow for a while...”
Shi Beiyu’s eyes finally wavered. He stopped and sat down with Mu Siyin in his arms. The moment he sat down, the snow beneath him was already bright red.
“Yinyin...”he hugged her tightly and cried like a child.
A man should not shed tears easily, but it was not to the point of sadness.
For Shi Beiyu, crying rarely appeared in his life.
Because in his opinion, crying could not solve any problems.
