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He stood on the balcony, holding the cigarette pole in one hand, and the white railing in front of him with the other.He stared ahead, and the sky was full of snow.The wind howled and howled, whitening his hair.

He stood upright for a long time, and his unchanging posture finally extinguished the spark in the tobacco rod.

A person exactly like him opened the curtains and walked in. His face was as pale as paper, and he slipped and fell to the ground against the wall, "Be careful next time you strike, it will leave scars. There is nothing wrong with Yabel except for being a bit stubborn, and His health has not been very good since he fell into the sky." His gaze was as gentle as water, like the wine under the willows in spring, as if to relieve the pain in others' hearts.

"I know. - And, thanks."

"Thank yourself? Don't feel bad about it. But it's better to be able to do something within one's power before disappearing completely. It's better than the self who died in front of me... But it's a pity that he didn't see me until he died...I'm very I miss his pair of silver pupils." He wobbled and stood up and threw himself on Sloter's back, "Don't be so sad, my dear, I don't owe you any money."

Sloat didn't respond to his joke in the slightest. His eyes were deep and incomprehensible, as if he had passed through countless winds and moons, and looked at the heavens through thick clouds.

He calmed down at last.

"Hey... I'm about to die, can you stop making the atmosphere so lifeless?"

"You can entertain yourself."

Two people with completely different personalities, one is relieved by death, the other is perplexed by eternal life.

"What do you think I should do in the future?" The people behind him will soon leave with Goose Feather Snow, but he still has to move forward.

Moving forward without purpose.

"Then why did you send troops?" He asked very easily.

"If Ent dies, maybe the priest will return to heaven." Sloat said thoughtfully.The people behind him agreed tacitly, "But he may just die like this. Sloat, you see that you are no different from me, but you have been a bystander for too long, tired, numb, and no longer an angel. The belief that the priest keeps." He put his right hand on his heart, "No matter what the priest becomes, the angel's eyes will always follow, and the angel's belief will never change. And you..." He was smiling, and his fingers looked like Fireflies scattered to the sky, "You only live for Yabel, you have to work hard to become his belief and stop this reincarnation..."

The whimpering wind quickly drowned out his voice.

Sloat turned his back on him the entire time until he disappeared.

The thick curtains are illuminated by candles to illuminate small plots of land, outlining the outlines of sleeping people.

Sloat stretched out his hand in a daze, and reached for the pure land.

It was a place he could never reach.

That's where he craves.

But he knew that it didn't belong to him after all...

The cold wind behind him became fiercer, but he turned into an ice sculpture in silence.