Jiang Cheng and Luo Xiaoli were both dressed very warmly. The temperature here was too low, and the wind was biting, like a bone-scraping knife. Without windproof clothing, they couldn't retain any warmth.
If that doesn't allow for blood circulation, the person will go into shock within a few hours.
They stepped out of the tent, one after the other, leaving footprints in the snow without saying a word, walking forward in perfect unison.
Snowflakes drifted down, landing on my hair and sticking to my collar, turning my hair white in no time.
The white mist exhaled from their mouths dissipated into the air in an instant, and their noses soon turned red from the cold.
Finally, they reached a place slightly off the direction of the Federation's garrison. Here, they were on the top of a small snow hill. At the foot of Jiangcheng, there was a rather high cliff, and below it was a vast expanse of white snow, which looked as thick as a cotton quilt.
Falling down might reveal just how deep the snow is.
It might fall and be smashed to pieces.
He turned his head, took out a tissue from his pocket, called Luo Xiaoli over, and carefully wiped the snow off her collar. The two were very close, and he whispered, "If my uncle and aunt find out that I agreed to let you do these dangerous things, I may never be able to see them again. They will beat me every time they see me."
Luo Xiaoli looked up at her, her expression very serious. She parted her lips slightly and said, "If your parents knew that you were on the front lines, just a stone's throw away from monsters that could threaten the safety of the earth, while I was just pretending to be stupid and going to university peacefully, then I would never be able to see them again."
After she finished speaking, Jiang Cheng abruptly stopped wiping her hair, as if he had choked on his words. He hadn't expected her to say that.
I didn't know how to answer for a moment.
He wanted to convey a hint of reproach, unwilling to believe that Luo Xiaoli had gone down this path with no way back, leading to the current situation.
She should be reprimanded.
However, he was unable to respond to the other party's rebuttal after only uttering the first sentence.
Jiang Cheng wanted to say, "That's different, I'm a man... Never mind, what's the difference between men and women? That's different, I hold a high position... Never mind, everyone has a responsibility for the safety of their homeland."
So Jiang Cheng had nothing to say. He pursed his lips and let out a frustrated sigh.
After a long silence, he suddenly became somewhat angry.
“In such a dangerous situation, I cannot accept anything happening to you; the price would be too high.”
"Then I'll stand behind you and watch, forever, right? Even without that sword, you can still annihilate the enemy?"
Jiang Cheng was suddenly amused by Luo Xiaoli's words. He remembered a scene from a TV series he had watched as a child, where Long Kui said to her brother, "Long Kui would rather bleed and die with you! Long Kui would rather stay in this palace alone than be alone..."
Longkui leaped into the fire. She was not sad; instead, she smiled and said, "Brother, we'll meet again in the next life."
What a poignant and beautiful story.
etc.
Jiang Cheng was suddenly stunned. A scene flashed through his mind: that year, Luo Xiaoli was brought to his house by her aunt during summer vacation, and the two of them spent every moment together. The electric fan was on, they bought popsicles and ate them together, and they happened to be watching this episode of a TV series.
Luo Xiaoli cried her eyes out for two whole hours, tears streaming down her face, and she almost fainted.
At the time, he was in a phase where he felt awkward watching romantic scenes and couldn't understand girls' thoughts at all. He just wondered what was wrong and started crying, looking at him with teary eyes.
Jiang Cheng silently ate his popsicle, then turned his head to watch Long Kui melt into the flames; the scene was quite cool.
"Brother Wang, I'm so happy to see you. I just want to be with you. Don't leave me behind."
"I'm so happy to be here in my brother's city. We can stay together from now on and I never want to be apart again."
More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye. Longkui and her brother's story has never been mentioned again until today, until this moment.
Therefore, Jiang Cheng understood.
Why can't Luo Xiaoli forget her?
No sapling grows out of thin air; it must have a seed, and after being nurtured by time, it grows, sprouts, and eventually becomes more and more lush.
So, this is how the story goes.
Jiang Cheng was suddenly moved. As a man who was becoming more and more mature, he rarely had any things that could cause him to have emotional fluctuations, let alone have the urge to cry. He had not cried for many years.
My nose feels a little sore now.
In this life, he is the king's elder brother, so please don't be Long Kui. Jiang Cheng doesn't want any tragic scenes to unfold. He wants his friends and family to live well, successfully defeat Gu Ling, and have even greater things to do in the future.
To put it bluntly, there are countless hurdles in life, one big hurdle after another. If you can't even get over one of them, what will become of you?
So, will we still write epic works in the future? Will we still draw up blueprints?
Jiang Cheng was very confident in the mecha he was developing, and he felt the same way about Luo Xiaoli. The more he studied the invasive creature, the more he realized what a bastard it was. It was so weak that it had to find a planet with abundant resources to parasitize and survive. What kind of boss could it be?
From initial fear and trepidation, he now regards Gu Ling as a tool.
A tool that can propel China toward a greater tomorrow.
A golden opportunity.
Jiang Cheng gently tidied Luo Xiaoli's hair, his movements so tender that even the swirling snow seemed less cold.
"We'll be making our move in less than half an hour. Get ready to head to the Snow Woman's cockpit. It might be a fierce battle, so do your best. You're not my sword, you're my lover..."
Luo Xiaoli felt the other person's gloved fingers touch her cheek, and she suddenly smiled sweetly because she knew that Jiang Cheng had indeed understood her brother's story and remembered that scene from the past.
It's good that you know.
Then I would be very happy.
Luo Xiaoli's lips turned down, unable to contain herself, she quickly tiptoed to wrap her arms around her neck, and gently pressed her slightly cold lips to hers in the gently falling snow. Then, satisfied, she put her toes down and took a few steps back.
"Then I'll go first."
As she spoke, she ran back, like a snow sprite, disappearing in front of the tent and looking back several times.
Every time she turned around, Jiang Cheng would meet her gaze.
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