There was heavy snow outside the window, and tea was being made and lights were being lit inside the house. Gu Yingpan sat in front of the coffee table, lifting the teapot with a handkerchief, and pouring boiling tea into the transparent teacup.

Listening to the noisy tea in the tea cup, Gu Ying couldn't help but smile: What a restless little thing!

She suddenly put away the smile on her face, put the teapot back in her hand with a snap. She closed her eyes and muttered something in a low voice. After a long time, she raised her head and drank the cool tea.

Drink it all...

After tasting tea, I felt like drinking. Fortunately, no one was there, otherwise I would have been lectured.

Fortunately, there is no one now? In fact, there has always been no one. In these hundred years, there was only Gu Ying.

"If happiness is too difficult, then I wish you peace and health; if... peace is too difficult, then I wish you happiness forever."

A hundred years is only a blink of an eye.

Look at the falling snow outside the window, it is so fierce, so fearless, so... ethereal.

"If you stand on the top of that mountain and look at the snow, it must be beautiful, right?"

Gu Ying was a little drunk. As the saying goes, tea is not intoxicating, people get drunk by themselves. She seemed to see an old friend from many years ago, coming... through the snow with a smile on her face.

"Ah, you-" She was a little overjoyed, "Are you here?"

"Well, I'm back."

Gu Ying suddenly panicked, lowered his head and looked at his clothes, then seemed to remember something, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of steaming tea for his old friend.

"Would you like some tea?" She carefully raised the tea cup and handed it to her old friend.

Wisp after wisp of hot air on the tea cup drifted toward his old friend. The old friend stretched out his hand to borrow the tea cup, when the crisp sound of glass woke up Gu Ying.

It turned out that the wind blew down the floor-length mirror.

Gu Ying, who was slightly awake, looked at his actions, but he didn't know who he was holding the tea cup to. He scratched his scalp in confusion, shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, I'm really old..."

After sighing, she drank the second cup of cold tea in her hand, completely drunk and fell unconscious by the coffee table.

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I recently rewatched "Two Thousand Years of Pauper" again, and I was still very moved.

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It's not bad to let me be the person who dies. Anyway, these hundred years are only a blink of an eye, so what's the difficulty?

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There are too many helpless things in the world. We don’t seek perfection, we just seek to follow our wishes.

All I have ever asked for is peace.

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pray

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pray

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"In the future, I will never write down any character easily again."

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Merry Christmas, December 25th at 0:40.

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I simply,

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My hair is not dry after washing, so I fall asleep groggily. I think my head will hurt tomorrow, and I have no choice but to let the flowers fall...

I didn’t even know what I was writing, but I felt quite uncomfortable.

Hard times. If you can survive the hardships, why not help me?

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"I would rather all of this be a scam than that ending."

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Look, tomorrow I won’t remember what I wrote today. (I don’t remember it now either)

Live hard and work hard.

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"We'll meet again, right?"

"Yes, we will definitely meet again."

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My head is really dizzy. What kind of evil is this?

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Chapter completed!