The snowy day that changed his life, the scene he had described countless times in his memories, reappeared before his eyes so realistically.
Dota closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The cold air rushed into his lungs, but it couldn't calm the waves in his heart.
When he opened his eyes again, he was still in this snow-white world. The girl was tilting her head, looking at him curiously, with a pure light shining in her eyes.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice like a spring breeze blowing through his heart.
Dota stared at her blankly, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He reached out, wanting to touch her.
But when his hands touched her face, they passed by.
He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand again, but there was nothing there.
He stood up, but Yuan Zhao's gaze remained fixed on the same spot.
When he turned around, he realized that the person lying on the ground was his teenage self.
His hair was messy and almost covered his entire face. He was covered in dirt and it was impossible to tell what he looked like originally.
Even such a person, covered with a fox fur coat as pure as snow, looked particularly dazzling.
Even he himself dislikes him for being like this.
The girl squatted beside him, stretched out her hand to feel the temperature of his forehead, and smiled gently.
"Great! Your fever is gone!"
When she took her hand away, black marks were left on her originally white and clean hand.
But she didn't seem to care at all. She tightened the fox fur coat for the person on the ground and took out some medicine and food from her bosom.
"These are medicines, remember to take them. There are also breads, all for you!"
"I've been out for too long. It's time to go back. Once you've recovered, hurry down the mountain! It's too cold up there!"
There was a call from not far away,
"Zhao Zhao! Zhao Zhao! Where have you been?"
Yuan Zhao just smiled brightly at him, then stood up and left.
Dota was still standing there, looking at his little self with his black eyes fixed on the departing figure. It took him a long time before he looked away and looked at the things left on the ground.
He didn't eat anything, but just curled up in the fox fur and turned over to sleep.
The biting cold wind blew through the cave entrance. He was sheltered from the wind in this cave, and covered with fox fur, he could get a rare bit of warmth.
Dota couldn't see his face, but he knew what he was doing and what he was thinking.
He is crying.
That winter was actually the time he chose for his own death.
There is no end to the road of exile. Every day, one is hovering between life and death, struggling in the pain of hunger and cold, and living a miserable life while being driven around and beaten and scolded by others.
He's had enough of this kind of life.
On the first day he came into this world, he lost his mother, followed by his father who brought him endless pain.
He had never been loved and didn't know what it was to be loved.
He had no ties in this world, so he chose to end his life this winter.
But when I opened my eyes again, I saw such a beautiful face smiling at me and saying to me, "You're awake!"
No matter how strong he was, he couldn't help but shed tears.
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Dota didn't know why he returned to this time. He knew that all this was empty or a dream, but he still had a trace of greed.
He didn't want to leave, didn't want to wake up.
This was the time he had always dreamed of returning to, and now that he could, he wanted to stay here.
It would be good to be able to see Achao one more time.
The dirty boy slept soundly for the whole afternoon. When he woke up, a bowl of warm medicine was quietly placed beside him.
He stared at the bowl of medicine in a daze, and finally took it silently.
Day after day, when I woke up in the morning, there would always be fresh food next to me.
The winter chill invaded the dilapidated cave, and he slowly recovered in the warmth.
Dota stood in the torrent of memories, looking at his young self who secretly followed Yuan Zhao to Qingshan Academy.
He climbed up the wall carefully and stared at everything in the yard.
Snow is flying all over the sky, and under the white plum tree, a woman in a red dress is trailing on the ground, her sleeves fluttering in the wind, like a fairy who has fallen into the world, graceful and elegant.
The moonlight shines through the falling snowflakes, gently falling on her face, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, like colored glass.
This scene overlapped with the one in her memory. Dota was still looking at her intently as he did back then, and her heartbeat went back to her youth.
So close, yet so far.
His soul stood on the wall with his youthful self, gazing at all this with longing.
After the boy went back, Dota still stayed here.
He found that he was only existing from the perspective of a bystander, and he wanted to continue watching Yuan Zhao.
Following Yuan Zhao into the house, Duota saw her sitting in the warm room, happily opening the newly delivered letter.
At the end of the letter, the sender's name was written: A Yan.
Anger rose in his heart, and he wanted to snatch the letter and tear it into pieces!
But it's of no use.
He could only watch Yuan Zhao happily read the letter, which contained every detail of Huo Yan's time at the frontier.
There was a light in her eyes as she read the letter. She read it over and over again without missing a single word.
Afterwards, even though it was late at night, she spread out the rice paper and wrote a reply, her handwriting beautiful and gentle.
She wrote about her daily life, her mood, and how she had learned a new dance and would wait for him to come back and perform it for him...
Dota was standing by and saw her writing on a full page, but he did not appear on the page.
Maybe she forgot, maybe it was not important, maybe he himself... was just a passer-by in her life.
He also realized that the dance that had fascinated him for half his life was the dance she wanted to perform for her beloved.
It has nothing to do with him...
In the days that followed, Dota stayed by his side, recalling every detail of that time.
They sat together on the top of the mountain, watching the sea of clouds, painting, and playing in the mountains...
Those were the most carefree days he had ever experienced since he was born.
No one was hunting him, no one was bullying him, no one was trying to kill him.
He just needs to live in anticipation of seeing her every day.
As winter turns to spring and the early cherry blossoms in the mountains bloom.
Then various flowers bloomed one after another, peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, pear blossoms...
But he always felt that no flower could compare to her.
Every time he saw her and looked at her smile, he felt an emotion for the first time.
Later he realized that it was called "happiness".
Time flies, and it is the day when Yuan Zhao is about to set off to return to the palace.
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