Ning Xiwan froze in place, her outstretched hand hanging down limply, her fingertips ice-cold.
The huge loss and the cold feeling of being completely ignored, like the cold wind of winter, instantly penetrated her.
She looked at the back of the person who left resolutely, and tears finally fell silently.
Duan Shuce held his ribs tightly, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and the eyes behind the glasses were dead silent.
All the struggles and pains were once again thrown into the abyss by that cold disregard.
Bai Zhiye stared blankly at the blue-white figure disappearing into the snow, tears welling up in her eyes. The sting in her wrist was still clear, but the emptiness in her heart seemed even greater.
"He...he just now..." Ning Xiwan murmured absentmindedly.
"No looking back." Duan Shuce's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, filled with endless fatigue and coldness.
"Not once."
Bai Zhiye didn't say anything, but just bit her lower lip tightly, letting the tears blur her vision and the back of the man wearing cute children's clothes but as cold as the eternal abyss.
Sun Guixiang pulled Ye Qingliu and finally reached the small bakery at the end of the alley.
She plans to buy some bread for breakfast tomorrow.
Old Zhang from the bakery was slouching over the counter, bored. When the door opened, the wind chimes jingled, and Sun Guixiang walked in, dragging the figure in a blue and white puppy coat and a white fur hat—
The rag in Lao Zhang's hand fell to the ground with a "plop"!
His mouth was open and his eyes were almost popping out!
Is this… is this… is this really the child from Old Lady Sun's family? The last time I saw her from afar, I thought she was so beautiful she looked like she was real. And now she's wearing this outfit… isn't the visual impact too strong?!
Before Lao Zhang's brain could react, his body had already taken action.
Almost as a reflex, he grabbed the old mobile phone on the counter that was used to take pictures of products. With trembling fingers, he pressed the shutter button with a "click" at Ye Qingliu who had just walked in!
The flash suddenly lit up in the dim shop!
Ye Qingliu's gray-blue eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife blade, and swept coldly towards Lao Zhang behind the counter.
The chill in that look made Lao Zhang feel like being doused with ice water. He woke up instantly and was so frightened that his hands shook and he almost dropped his phone on the ground!
"Yes...I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Lao Zhang apologized hurriedly, his face turning pale.
"I... I didn't mean it! It's just... I just look at... this kid is so pretty..." He spoke incoherently, his back instantly soaked in cold sweat.
Sun Guixiang was also startled, and her cloudy eyes were immediately filled with the vigilance of protecting her child.
She stood sideways in front of Ye Qingliu and said to Lao Zhang angrily, "Lao Zhang! What are you doing? You scared my child!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Sister Sun!" Old Zhang bowed repeatedly, still feeling frightened.
That glance just now was like an icicle piercing my heart!
Ye Qingliu's cold gaze stayed on Lao Zhang's face for a second, then moved away, as if he was just air.
He tilted his head slightly, and his long, thick eyelashes drooped under the brim of his fluffy white hat, hiding the coldness in his eyes.
He stood quietly behind Sun Guixiang, like a carefully dressed up ice sculpture that still exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.
Old Zhang was busy packing bread for Sun Guixiang and didn't dare to look up again.
It was not until Sun Guixiang paid the bill, took Ye Qingliu away, and the shop door closed, with the lingering sound of the wind chimes still echoing, that Old Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, slumped in his chair, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He picked up the old phone with lingering fear and opened the photo album. On the screen, a slightly blurry, dimly lit photo was frozen:
The boy in a blue and white puppy-style cotton jacket and a pure white plush hat has a delicate profile that looks like a glowing jade against the dim background. His gray-blue eyes look coldly at the camera with a hint of alertness as if he has just entered an unfamiliar environment.
The fluffy fur on the brim of the hat trembled slightly in the wind blowing in from the door.
The photos were terrible.
But the person in the photo... is breathtakingly beautiful, breathtakingly cold, and heart-wrenchingly cute.
This extremely contradictory feeling left Lao Zhang stunned for a long time.
"Oh my goodness..." Old Zhang muttered to himself as he looked at the photo.
"Where on earth did this 'little kid', Old Lady Sun, come from? Dressed like this... it's too... too..."
He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bear to delete the blurry photo.
It is like a fantastic dream in winter, a secret of extreme beauty and extreme contrast that is unexpectedly encountered in the dilapidated alleys of the old city.
And the core of this secret is being held tightly by the hand of a hunchbacked old woman, walking step by step into a deeper and more ordinary world of fireworks.
On the snow, two sets of footprints, one large and one small, meandered forward and disappeared at the end of the alley.
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