It is a kind of love that is not thick or thin. It is not far away, nor near.

Shi'an felt his embarrassment and stopped talking. After a moment of silence, Shi'an said without saying a word: "Where is a person who lives in the world, he cannot be good to himself."

"Like eating and sleeping, you must be kind to someone, otherwise you don't know why you live."

"There must be someone like this."

Bai Yang said funny, "So it happens to be me?"

Shi'an seemed to be slightly drunk and looked at Bai Yang deeply. After looking for a long time, a faint smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, "Who knows... God knows."

The fine snow on the winter night brushed across the corner of his slightly curled mouth and fell in the wind.

Bai Yang looked up at Shi'an in the fine snow. Shi'an lowered his head and looked at him squirmly from the afterglow. Bai Yang suddenly felt that the man's side face in the endless pink snow looked like some kind of gentle huge beast. He looked at people from a distance on a snowy night. Even though he knew it was fierce, he made people feel inexplicably lonely.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and Xue blew into Shi'an's eyes, and Shi'an narrowed his eyes slightly. The movement was like a gentle beast.

...His eyes turned out to be so thin and long.

Bai Yang thought to himself, and squeezed the wine bottle tightly, and couldn't help but shrink into her coat.

Maybe he might be drunk. He thought.
Chapter completed!