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To completely bid farewell to the past, one must strip away the soul belonging to Lian Xinying deep within the body.
When Ji Fan returned, the snow outside had stopped.
Watching him step by step through the thick snow, the scene was unexpectedly peaceful and beautiful.
It's strange to say, Ji Fan's hands were stained with so much blood, but his appearance resembled the gentle and elegant male protagonists from comic books.
So clean that it sparked the imagination.
He was holding a bouquet of red roses.
To add more vitality to the room where she lived, he brought a fresh bouquet of flowers back every day.
One time when he brought roses back, he was afraid she might misunderstand, so he explained to her: it's because your complexion is too pale, that's why I bought red flowers.
After that, he also brought back carnations, tulips, and so on.
"Yingying, why did you come out?" Even though the snow had stopped, the temperature was still cold.
