Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhao himself noticed it.
Yuan Zhao's hand stayed on Duota's shoulder for a moment before withdrawing it.
Ever since she started to suspect that Dota knew about his past life, and then witnessed the changes in him, it wasn't hard to guess how he felt.
Because that's how she got here.
During her time in Yangzhou, she woke up from nightmares every night with her heart pounding.
She was very cautious, fearing that she would take another wrong step and harm her children and her family.
So I was so exhausted that my whole body felt like a taut string.
This is what Dota is like now.
She knew it was for her.
She slowly turned her head and looked at the horizon. The sky behind the snow-capped mountains had been dyed a soft pink by the morning light.
Pink and white are interwoven, pure and tranquil, like the most gentle color palette between heaven and earth, reflected on the endless snow, breathtakingly beautiful.
She exhaled lightly, the hot breath turning into a wisp of misty white smoke in the cold air, and her voice also drifted away with the wind and snow, soft but firm.
"Thank you very much."
Dota stood beside her, shoulder to shoulder with her.
At this moment, his gaze shifted from her to the horizon.
He did not speak, but just stared quietly at the distant sky, his eyes penetrating the morning light and taking in the whole world.
There were no words between them, but in the sky full of light and shadow, they had the most tacit resonance.
He wanted to remember the scenery before him.
In the long life ahead, scenes like this one in Xiaoyue City will appear many times again.
She might not see it again, but he would see it a million times over.
As long as he sees it, he will remember today.
That's enough.
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