Snowflakes, flying in dreams.&{}..{}

In this white world, there is no heaven, no earth, and no people.

Looking around, the whole world is not even separated by heaven and earth, and only these dancing snowflakes are left.

However, these snows are not hexagonal crystals.

In this dream, the snowflakes... are like the cherry blossoms.

The tentacles are cold, but they are so beautiful that they are confusing.

The cherry blossoms made of snow... are flying in this boy's dream...

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“Wow——————!!”

Murong Minglan suddenly opened her eyes and straightened her upper body. He gasped heavily, and his blood-covered eyes were wide open, as if it would explode in the next second.

After taking a few breaths, he wiped the sweat from his forehead to calm himself down.

After calming down a little, he raised his head and looked around.

This is an igloo, but I don’t know where it is. Some small animals are huddling in the corner of the room. I guess these animals were still keeping themselves warm just now, and they were scared directly when they suddenly bounced up.

"Hu...hu...hu...hu...hu...hu...hu... dream???"

The boy reached out and touched his body, confirming that there was no problem with him.

It’s okay for a mortal to fall from a height of 100 meters? So, what happened last night was all a dream? A nightmare?

Thinking of this, Murong Minglan exhaled suddenly. He patted his chest and got off the bed.

This dream was too real. He could still see those blue eyes and one meter distance that was inaccessible.

After getting out of bed, he saw a cotton jacket placed on the chair next to him, and he picked it up and draped it on his body. Then, he happily walked towards the door of the room.

I must have fallen asleep last night, right? So, he is going to say good morning to Lan Miao. Although he is unable to determine whether he has made those vows to the girl in the dream yesterday, now, the boy decided whether it is a dream or not. He plans to follow this vow.

When he thought of Lan Miao, Murong Minglan couldn't help but smile. This smile did not make him feel so annoying. Instead, he felt very happy and relaxed...

Scream-

The door was pushed open.

But the one who greeted Murong Minglan who came out was the maids of various colors busying themselves in the corridor outside.

But today, these maids did not wear as colorful as before.

All the girls are now dressed in plain white without any bright colors.

Murong Minglan was stunned on the spot. She didn't know what was going on for a moment.

It was at this time that Taozhai Deluo appeared from the other side of the corridor with Xiao Ou. After seeing that the disciples here had woken up, the father and daughter also came over immediately.

Similarly, the palace master and the young palace master were also dressed in white today.

“Master…?”

Seeing Taozhaide, Murong Minglan looked a little embarrassed. For some reason, his heart involuntarily contracted.

When he walked to the disciple, Tao Zhaide looked up and down at the boy, his face looked a little sad. The little debt beside him walked around Murong Minglan. He held his hand and shook it, then squeezed his feet. Then he turned around and nodded to her father: "It seems that he is really not hurt."

Taozhaide showed a comforting smile. He reached out and patted Murong Minglan on the shoulder and said, "You are so lucky. It's okay to fall from such a high place."

"That's a high place...?"

The contraction of the heart seemed even more nervous at this moment.

Murong Minglan unconsciously covered her chest, and he could feel...the hidden pain coming from his chest.

It's not that kind of pain, but the kind of pain that seems to be deeply imprinted into the depths of the soul.

"Although... maybe we should notify her family. But Xiao Xie'er said that it would be better to hold a ceremony first. Since you are awake, then you can also attend the ceremony. I think... you should attend."

Murong Minglan, who was completely demented, stood blankly in place, like a puppet, allowing the animals beside him to take off his cotton jacket and put on a white plain suit.

After he finished dressing, he lowered his head in confusion and looked at his white body...

The heart started to throbbing again.

This faint pain that could not be relieved no matter what, made his soul feel powerless.

Murong Minglan, who was almost dragged by Taozhaide, took a step and walked through the corridor.

When the crystal ice door in front opened, a hall that could accommodate fifty people appeared in front of him.

In the center of the hall, there is a crystal coffin. Rows of candlelight incense paper are placed on the wall facing the door. The big black word "Dian" is deeply engraved on the white ice wall.

Some guests were at the entrance of the hall. They looked up at this side, as if they wanted to see who was lying in the crystal coffin. However, Tao Zhaide still led Murong Minglan to the crystal coffin first, took him and looked at the girl in it...

Her eyes were closed.

In the crystal coffin, she had a rosy complexion, as if she was asleep, lying quietly.

With a bang, Murong Minglan's steps softened and she fell to the ground all of a sudden.

He opened his eyes wide and his lips kept trembling.

At this moment, everything in the "dream" quickly poured into his mind!

Last night, Guanghan Palace...her last smile...a distance that one meter can never be approached...

Everything, what I thought was just a nightmare, poured into his brain incredibly true at this moment! The more I didn’t want to think about it, the clearer these scenes were!

Finally, it turned into a cry full of despair.

"No------------------!!!"

The boy got up, and tears that could not be restrained had already flowed down. He pressed his hands on the cold crystal coffin and slammed hard, as if he wanted to lift the lid of the ice coffin and pull up the girl with a look of life inside!

"This is not true...this is not true! Why did she do this? Why! This is not true...this is not true!!!"

In the spacious mourning hall, Murong Minglan's roar echoed here for a long time. Everyone looked at him, looking at the boy who wanted to lift the ice coffin.

Li Qingyou was watching next to him accompanying Meng Ling. The woman couldn't help but burst into tears when she looked at the boy who was shouting so heartbrokenly, and said, "Brother Minglan, don't... like this. The ice coffin is an integrated style made by the palace master. There is no interface at all, and you can't open it..."

"No------!!!"

Murong Minglan turned her head, glared at Tao Zhaide behind her, and shouted loudly-

"Master! Why did you lock Lan Miao in this ice coffin? Why! Didn't you see that she is still alive? She is still alive!!!"

Taozhaide shook his head, sighed, and said, "She is dead. When I found her, her body was already broken and she couldn't see it at all."

"No...I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

The boy who seemed to have completely lost his mind reached out to the beautiful girl of the same age in the ice coffin and said loudly—

"What's the matter that fell into pieces? She was clearly here intact! She was here! Master... It's Master. I beg you to release her quickly! So cold... She has no mind... She will freeze to death... She will freeze to death!"
Chapter completed!