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But the more it eased, the more desolate my heart felt, like autumn winds sweeping away the fallen leaves.
After a long while, Qin Mu gazed at the snow scattered across Jian Ran's shoulders and couldn't help but raise his hand to brush away the accumulated snow.
"This is the last time... although... I've resolved to part with you... still... I cannot bear to see the snow on your shoulders."
Qin Mu's voice was very gentle... yet it was clear enough for both Jian Ran and Gu Mochen to hear.
Jian Ran's tears, hot and uncontrollable, spilled from her eyes and dropped onto the back of Qin Mu's hand.
"Qin Mu..."
Hearing Jian Ran's call, Qin Mu's lips curled slightly, and the palm of his hand was cold... touching the snowflakes on Jian Ran's body, he felt a chill deep into his blood.
Ultimately, Qin Mu ruefully withdrew his hand.
Warning himself...
From now on... if Gu Mochen was around, these things... Gu Mochen could handle them himself.
