It was pure white rose petals.

It seems that this world of nihilistic consciousness was originally shaped by white roses, and everything is just to let them meet in a dream, the second time.

Ning Zhou stretched out his hand and touched Qi Leren's outstretched fingers.

His figure was blurry, hidden in the dark ice field, as lonely as a phantom.

The body turned into pure white petals and floated in the dream. Qi Leren reached out to grab it, and only grabbed a soft rose petal, and his sound of scattering in the wind:

“Wait until you have the field.”

Qi Leren held the petals and stood in the white rose rain all over the sky. He looked at the invisible abyss in front of him and turned around resolutely.

He will become stronger, enough to share the responsibility and pain for Ning Zhou.

One day he will see everything that Ning Zhou doesn't want him to see.

He thought he would accept it with pleasure.

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