Feeling a chill in her heart, Rong Zhi suddenly remembered that the Buddha Hand Bracelet had been torn apart during her argument with Rong Fengmian not long ago.
Rong Zhi suddenly felt a bit panicked.
Her fingers trembled as they stroked the wrist bone, the skin whiter than snow turning red in an instant.
"Rong Zhi!"
It was Bai Su's voice, somewhat anxious and tense.
Rong Zhi's lips parted and closed several times, unable to make a sound until a snowflake fell into her eye, stinging it shut. Then, aimlessly, she whispered in a slow and soft voice, "Bai Su, this winter is so cold."
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Nanyuan Cemetery.
Bai Su stood behind the young man under a large black umbrella, his head lowered, watching the young man's actions.
The snow above gradually intensified, the sound of sighs from the crowd around them barely audible. Bai Su silently moved to the side, tilting the umbrella forward to block more wind and snow.
