Ji Baimo opened his eyes, as if it was because of the wound on his head, his movements were extremely slow, and his head could not be operated for a while. He stretched his hand and showed that there was no one around him. The person he was supposed to be holding disappeared from his arms, just like when an avalanche came, the person he was holding was just a dream bubble. When he woke up, the person disappeared...

His face changed. Ji Baimo stood up with his body and his body was shaking, as if he would fall down at any time. He looked around, feeling a little panic, as if he was looking for the treasure he had lost. Such panic was almost impossible for Ji Baimo to appear, but at this moment it seemed so real and obvious.

He was also afraid of losing...

After the last search, his eyes stayed in front of him. The man's back looked a little weak. He walked in the dark, staggering and stumbled, as if he would fall down at any time. Ji Baimo could tell at a glance that it was Yan Bai's figure. Because Yan Bai was a distance from Ji Baimo, he did not realize that Ji Baimo had woken up and was still walking forward.

"Cough cough..." Ji Baimo coughed a few times, his throat was a little hoarse and uncomfortable, and it was difficult to speak for a while. His thin lips were pursed tightly, and the blood fragrance on his lips entered his throat. Ji Baimo's eyes moved slightly, as if he had noticed something. He touched his neck, and a thin cut was cut on it. Obviously, the person who scratched him stopped because of some reason, otherwise... he would have fallen in a pool of blood and died.

There was a discarded knife on the snow, and it was stained with Ji Baimo's blood.

His eyes were dim, and Ji Baimo seemed to understand something. Yan Bai wanted to kill him, but when he was unconscious, he wanted to take his life, but... the knife in his hand stopped.

The corners of his mouth raised, but there was no smile. Instead, he curled up a little self-deprecating. Ji Baimo shook his head slightly, touched his index finger on his neck, and stroked the wound caused by Yan Bai.

He murmured to himself.

"How great would it be if you were as cruel as six years ago."

In this way, he could probably find a reason to hate her. There is no love, only hatred and resentment.

His palm was pressing against his left chest, where his heart was located, and now his heart was beating steadily, as if telling him that he was still alive and still alive...

There was a very ferocious wound on his chest, with a very long hole, almost passing by the position of his heart. It can be imagined how dangerous the situation was at that time and how cruel the person who killed him was. If the wound was moved a few millimeters, then he would die.

Even though several years have passed and the scar has already scabbed, the scar has not faded at all, but is extremely clear, as if it can remind him of some kind of memories, memories that he does not want to recall, memories that he will never forget even if he wants to.

"You abandon me again after all..."

Ji Baimo's eyes flashed with disappointment. He looked in the direction where Yan Bai left. Now, the other party's figure was no longer visible, as if he had left, as if he had left, as if he was the only one in this world.

The ending never changed.
Chapter completed!