He would leave nothing behind but a mound of soil and pieces of memories. After all, he would die away in the long course of history, just like everyone else.
She stepped on the accelerator again, speeding up the car and leaving the place. Under the glare of the street lights, the road in front seemed quiet and deserted. A flurry of snow began to fall.
Why is it snowing again?
Yan Huan continued to drive. Under the street lights, the falling snow could be clearly seen. Previously, she had thought that the snow had stopped for good, but it was now snowing. The snowflakes fell slowly, gradually covering up the bloodstains on the side of the road. The snow seeped into the blood, and the blood blended into the snow. Eventually, the snow piled up and the blood vanished under the blanket of frost. The whole world was once again silent and pure, the land covered in thick snow.
