Kjerag, border crossing.

"Are you really planning to go back?"

Luo Shu was silent for a long time, but still asked:

"Don't you hate it the most?"

"Hate it?" Chuxue's face was a little sad when she heard the words, she sighed, and said softly:

"How to say, Kjerag is also my hometown."

"You should be clear, your brother... I mean Yin Hui, he will not force you to make any choices, even if you give up those."

"But isn't that unfair to her?"

"Yaxin won't want you to go back either."

"how do you know?"

"Because I just know."

Luo Shu sighed softly:

"I do have an unshirkable responsibility for what happened back then, but I have no choice."

"What about you now?"

"I am here."

Luo Shu showed a smile that made Chuxue's heart palpitate, that smile seemed to melt the falling snowflakes.

However, Chuxue understood that she was no longer qualified to be willful.

She is an older sister, not a younger sister.

She is the Holy Maiden of the Snow Country, not the second daughter of the Shiva Ash family in the Snow Region.

She had had enough of those chains.

However, if the price of freedom is to let the man in front of her give up the ideal that should be realized, then she would rather not have such "freedom".

The happiness she wants is already out of reach.

"However, this place is no longer what it used to be."

"As long as you say it again, I will take you away this time."

"It was just a joke back then."

"Since it's a joke, why don't you dare to say it?"

"Because it doesn't make sense."

"Then what is the meaning?"

"Luo Shu, I don't want to argue with you."

Chuxue's tone reveals deep tiredness:

"You and I each have our responsibilities."

"I only know that I didn't fulfill my duty to you back then."

"But you're not the type to regret it."

"Yeah, I used to think I wouldn't regret it."

Luo Shu stretched out his hand:

"Today is Winter Hallows in the Snowy Land, right?"

"It used to be called Christmas."

"I don't think Christmas sounds good." Luo Shu shrugged:

"In order to commemorate the so-called festival of the birth of a saint, such a festival itself has no meaning."

"I know."

"You don't know." Luo Shu stepped forward, Chuxue took a small step back subconsciously:

"If you knew, why would you wait for me?"

"I didn't, I knew the time of the missed entry."

"It's a joke, the saintesses in the snow region still have to wait to enter and exit the country?"

"Luo Shu, I hate it when you say that word."

"Feel sorry."

"You don't need to apologize." Chuxue tightened the clothes on her body. The Caster Frost she was wearing was a set of clothes made by Savile craftsmen, which was a parting gift from Luo Shu.

It was also a gift from this winter festival that made her determined to return to China.

She decided to give up "freedom".

"I must apologize." Luo Shu took a step forward, and behind Chuxue, the national border was tens of meters away.

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