snow white his stepmother

The rays of the setting sun pass through the valley and shine brightly on the wooden houses on the rocky beach in the pool at the bottom of the valley.

There are slight gaps in the wood of the roof of the wooden house, and the sunlight penetrates through such gaps, mottled and sprinkled on the dying people on the ground.

In the air came the ethereal lament of the turtledoves on the far beeches: "My little boy wears a red ring,

Its singing is so bitter—, so bitter—,

It sings that the fawn is dying,

Its singing is so bitter—, so bitter—,

Cuckoo, cluck, cluck..."

In the wooden house, the dagger thrown on the ground was submerged in scorching blood, and the panting of the dying man was like a dilapidated bellows. The blood on his chest was stained red to his collar, as if he was wearing a red circle.

Someone walked in from the outside, wading through the blood that formed the puddle, and walked up to this person.

"Sorry, my Anjie, I'm late." The old voice was full of compassion, "Your heart is about to fall out, and the god of death is already standing at your feet."

An Jie's strength was like the water squeezed out of a sponge, his lips trembled for a long time before he uttered two words: "My lord..."

"Not only that, your heart is also injected with the venom of hatred, which will become a source of pain for you. I must bind your heart tightly with an iron hoop, or you will die completely." The dwarf said, "My An Jie, this kind of life will be a hundred times more painful than death, would you like it?"

An Jie closed his eyes, but did not answer directly: "...Where is Snow?"

The dwarf's face changed, and he cursed: "Your feelings are almost becoming obsessions! It will turn you into a devil!"

An Jie pursed his lips and stopped talking. The dwarf had no choice but to understand An Jie's choice, and touched An Jie's sweaty forehead lovingly.

"Don't worry for now, the seven dwarfs have already chased them out, no matter what that devilish figure wants to do, they will be hindered to a certain extent."

"Since you have made a choice, then I will follow your wishes."

"Before that, for the sake of your heart, you must let go of your obsessions. Remember, hope is always the most beautiful dawn, and even the god of death cannot take it away."

An Jie nodded slightly, he was breathing tiredly and with difficulty.

The dwarf clapped his hands, and suddenly a large stove for blacksmithing appeared in the wooden house, along with tools such as iron pier and hammer, and after a while, there was a clanging sound in the room: "Bang Dang Dang Dang, Dang Dang Dang!

Whoosh, whoosh, burn up!

The blacksmith strikes the iron, sweating profusely,

The fire burns like hell! "

After singing this song seven times, the iron hoop was finished, and it was about to be put into An Jie's chest after cooling down.

The dwarf first pushed An Jie's exposed heart back into his chest cavity, closed the flesh cut by the dagger, and then stuck the iron hoop into the flesh to fasten it tightly.

An Jie screamed silently. He opened his mouth, tilted his head back, and stretched his jaw, neck and chest into a straight line.

The iron blade pierced into the flesh, and then pierced into the heart. It was really painful. His tears flowed out one after another, mixed with the blood on the ground, and disappeared.

The dwarf comforted: "Anjie, my Anjie. Think of the pearl oyster in the sea. To form a pearl, you must fill the soft belly with gravel. Eternal time will give such pain a good result."

Perhaps it was the pain that made An Jie regain the little strength left. He struggled and said in pain: "But my lord, I am in so much pain. I am in too much pain. My chest cavity has been ruptured."

"No, no, my Anjie, your chest is tightly bound by iron hoops, and it will never split again."

The dust was swirling in the sunlight. In the agony, An Jie seemed to see Snow. The corners of Snow's raised mouth were drawn into a ruthless straight line, and his eyes became desireless.

The pain caused An Jie to hallucinate, making him think that he saw the person he missed the most.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

Of course Snow would not answer like this.

The dwarf heard it, but thought he was asking himself, so he replied: "It's nothing, it will be over soon. Drink another bowl of medicine later, and you will be able to walk."

An Jie didn't hear clearly, and he didn't wait for Snow's response. He looked blankly at the dust flying in the air, and finally realized that everything was caused by his chaotic thoughts due to his dying.

The pain was like the blood rushing in the veins, rushing into the heart one after another. Such severe pain made him tired and awake. After the dwarf fed him the potion in the glass bottle, he had a little strength. Slowly sit up from the floor.

An Jie touched the iron hoop on his chest, black mucus oozes from the gap between the iron hoop and the flesh, very much like the venom he had seen in Snow's chest that was blocked with iron nails.

The turbulent pain overwhelmed him, and he gradually got used to it. He picked up the dagger that had ripped open his chest, and slowly stood up.

"You might take a break," said the dwarf. "You should take care of your body."

"My lord, thank you for your kindness, but I can't wait any longer, I'm leaving now." An Jie's face was still pale, as if he was going to die in a second, but he knew that he would never die, even if Not eating or drinking for eternity, the hatred in his heart will support him, even the god of death will be deterred.

He took off his blood-stained clothes, tied his chest with cloth strips to prevent the iron hoops from shifting, put on clean clothes, put some gold coins in them, wiped the dagger and iron sword and hung them up. On your belt, ready to go.

"Well then, may God bless you, my Anjie." The dwarf had known Anjie's plan for a long time, and he had no choice but to stop trying to tell him to rest before setting off. He could only bless, "You never stop Keep going, even now, God will understand your persistence and let you get what you want.”

"Thank you for your blessing." An Jie raised his lips, but couldn't smile easily, "I will come back to see you. Goodbye."

An Jie walked out, and the fish in the pool were jumping in the water. He asked, "Who can tell me where I took Prince Snow White and the seven dwarfs?"

The fish replied: "Go along the water, I have friends who saw them!"

An Jie thanked these enthusiastic little fish and walked out along the current.

He was still hurting, so his steps were slow, and the slippery moss almost made him fall.

When he walked out of the cave behind the waterfall, the last twilight completely enveloped An Jie. At this moment, the potion in his body had completely integrated into his body. Except for an extra iron band on his chest, he was no different from a healthy ordinary person.

His pace began to quicken. As before, he ran swiftly like a deer in the forest. With a dagger, iron sword and hatred, he followed the guidance of fish and all caring animals to track down the traces of his enemies.

Time is like a beautiful evening, disappearing quickly, and An Jie didn't stop when night fell. The wind guided him to run in one direction. At the foot of a hazel tree, the familiar fabric made An Jie stop.

He walked over and picked up the ball of cloth with a blank expression—this was very familiar to him, and it was the clean pajamas he had just put on for Snow not long ago, but now it was completely stained red with blood, and was thrown on the ground at will. here.

An Jie's face contorted for a moment, and he brought his clothes to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath: Snow's smell had long been annihilated by the blood, and disappeared.

—Snow, my Snow, parting will always torment us.

He threw his clothes on the ground in pain, and grabbed the dagger at his waist, and the turtledove on the hazel cried out at this moment: "Run,

Seven dwarves wept before,

The prince is already in the carriage,

Bai Xue's body was still waiting in the crystal coffin.

go!go!

everything is in time,

Just run along! "

An Jie took a deep breath, stood up, and ran towards the direction pointed by the turtledove.

He ran in the dark night, and no obstacle could slow him down. He ran from the dark night to the dawn of the dawn, until he ran to the edge of the forest, and he finally saw the seven children who were sitting on the ground and weeping. Dwarf.

"My friends, why are you weeping here, Prince?" Anjie walked to the side of the seven dwarfs.

The first dwarf raised his head: "Our Anjie, you are finally here, are you okay?"

The second dwarf wiped his face: "They are gone, they are gone in a carriage!"

The third dwarf hugged his knees: "He hit us with a whip, it hurts."

The fourth dwarf said with a sob, "Our Angie, you don't look well."

The fifth dwarf's eyes went blank: "He dressed him up as a girl and put on a dress."

A sixth dwarf lay on the ground: "He said he had countless statues of dead men in his garden, and he would be his favorite."

The seventh dwarf cried: "But he also said that he would marry him as his wife."

"My friends, your smaller bodies have also made your situation strange." An Jie frowned, "Go back and find that great dwarf, he may be able to help you."

"Actually...it's good for us to do this." The seven dwarfs may have become less courageous because their bodies have become smaller, so they said timidly: "You don't need to wear armor.

Don't take the sword,

Running like a goblin clinging to the ground,

convenient and flexible,

Nobody notices us. "

"Anjie, let's go, just go alone, follow the road outside the forest, go south until you reach a castle, that guy lives there. We are too tired, we waited for seven years but only greeted With this outcome, the disappointment has taken our nerve and now we just want to sit back and rest. May God bless you and get the prince back as soon as possible."

The brilliance of dawn was projected on An Jie's back, and the shadow of the backlight blurred his face, so that people couldn't see the expression on his face at all.

"Goodbye, then." He said in a particularly grim voice, and he thought, even if I was alone, I could find him and take him away.

"Anyway, thank you for your blessings." After finishing speaking, the figure turned against the light and ran away towards the dawn, leaving the weeping dwarves behind.

There are countless deep ruts on the road outside the forest. Judging from the wetness of the upturned soil, two tracks are the same and fresh.

An Jie observed for a while, then ran south along the traces of the two ruts.

He first arrived at a small town. There were singing sounds everywhere in the town, and people were very happy.

"May I ask what happened here?" An Jie asked while buying bread in the bakery and paying for it.

"Our prince is getting married." The owner of the bakery said with a smile, "This is a great thing. I heard that there will be a three-day and three-night dance party, and famous people all over the country will be invited to participate. Although It is still far away from the prince, and the wedding has not yet started, but this does not prevent us from celebrating happily in advance."

"Really?" An Jie smiled, "Then do you know that your prince will die soon?"

The bakery owner was taken aback for a moment and asked in surprise, "Why do you say that?"

"I came from the forest over there and witnessed everything." An Jie took the bread, curled up his lips and grinned, "He stole someone's lover and made that person harbor resentment." , the prince's retribution is coming."

"Oh, my God! what a thing!" cried the baker. "Our Prince would do such a thing?"

However, An Jie raised his finger and shushed lightly on his lips. There was a secret smile on his handsome but pale face, and his deep voice was like a whisper: "Be quiet, don't scream, if you disturb the person who harbors resentment Your prince is not good. For the sake of your prince’s reputation, keep your mouth shut, maybe God can let him get married safely?"

The bakery owner quickly covered his mouth and watched An Jie leave with a smile.

The momentary quick talk didn't make An Jie feel better. After he walked out of the bakery, his face was expressionless, his eyes were dark, and his whole body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of blackness.

He simply finished his breakfast and continued on his journey.

This time, An Jie ran continuously for fifteen days, without stopping for a day, and even without closing his eyes. The hatred made him tired and dare not find him, but his vigorous energy was always there, allowing him to keep his eyes open. The shoes are all worn out.

At last he came to what the seven dwarfs called the castle, and out of it came a pale old woman to pour out the sewage.

"Dear lady, is the owner of this castle, Prince Lucas Merkel, there?" An Jie walked over and asked the old woman with a smile.

"Go your way, you beggar!" The old woman said impatiently in a hoarse voice, she didn't look down on the homeless man in front of her at all, "Even I don't want to deal with homeless people, how could our master see you?!"

An Jie's face changed suddenly, his eyes and mouth corners were pulled down, and his smiling face instantly looked terrifying like a devil.

He grabbed the old woman by the skirt and pressed her against the wall, tightened her throat when she wanted to scream, and pressed his knees hard against her abdomen, making her feel pain and nausea.

An Jie drew out the dagger, gestured at the old woman's shoulder, cut her clothes, and cut her old flesh and blood. His voice was still gentle, but it made people shudder: "I want to see him, can you? Give me a favorable Answer."

The old woman couldn't speak, the pain frightened her, she nodded desperately, wet tears dripped on the back of An Jie's hands, making An Jie feel nauseated.

An Jie then left the old woman behind, took out the towel in her pocket, wiped the back of her hand, and threw it on the old woman's face again.

He even had a smile on his sun-exposed face as he did this, the perfect curve of his mouth.

Trembling, the old woman put away her towel and stood up, opened the side door of the castle, and told An Jie to follow.

A young girl's head was hung on the side door. Her long blond hair was hanging down, fluttering in strands with the wind, revealing a delicate face with fair skin, rosy lips, and starry eyes.

Seeing An Jie walk in, that beautiful head said:

"old woman,

did you know,

This is the prince's enemy,

If he knows you betrayed him,

Your heart will be torn apart. "

"Shut up, dead man! Who will listen to you?" The old woman spat, and then smiled obsequiously at An Jie: "Dear guest, please come with me, the prince is in the cellar behind the hall. It's a bit of a walk through the garden."

The girl's head said again:

"Visitors from afar,

Don't listen to this woman,

get out of here

Otherwise something terrible will happen to you! "

An Jie smiled at the girl, shook his head, and followed the smug old woman into the door.

As soon as their figures were completely covered by the shadows inside the door, the door was pushed shut by two slender white hands protruding from the wall.

An Jie glanced back, those hands seemed to be cut off from someone's body, but they were put on the wall.

An Jie didn't want to pay too much attention, and continued to follow the old woman after only one glance.

As the footsteps advanced, the wall lamps on the two walls of the corridor lit up one by one, illuminating the dim corridor and leading to the garden outside.

An Jie came to Lucas's garden and saw countless young and beautiful girls in this garden. They were standing or sitting, moving or still, some were squatting and smelling the fragrance of flowers, and some were holding flowers and smiling. Yes, some were playing and playing with their companions, and some were sitting on the bench sad and weeping.

Without exception, these girls are like their lives, stagnating silently, like pale statues.

"Dead? That would be great... This will become my most beautiful collection."

An Jie remembered what Lucas had said, and couldn't help sneering twice. He thought with a deadpan expression: This person is scarier than the real devil.

He noticed the sneaky eyes of the old woman, curled his lips meaninglessly, calmly walked through these girls who had been turned into statues, and walked into the hall of the castle.

The hall is full of broken statues, all kinds of stiff limbs of people, animals, flowers and plants are thrown around. It seems that except for the part in the garden, which is a treasure carefully placed by Lucas, everything else is It's a waste product he discarded like a shoe.

The old woman walked in front tremblingly, casting a shadow on the golden silk wall like a giant fly on the gorgeous flowers embroidered on the wall.

There was a door at the far end of the thick pile carpet. The old woman knocked on the door and shouted: "Fala, Farah, open the door, let me, an old woman, take this guest in to see."

The door creaked open, and a creepy smell came out from inside. An Jie resisted the urge to cover his nose.

Walking a little closer to the door, you can see the stairs spiraling down inside. The exquisite ivory handrails are carved with roses with curled petals, and the dim wall lamps cast shadows like crumpled paper on them.

An Jie looked at it silently, and was about to walk in, but saw the old woman standing by the door with a sinister expression, motionless.

When she saw An Jie saw her, she quickly grinned: "Dear guest, why don't you go in?"

"Aren't you coming with me?" An Jie smiled, "Without your introduction, would the prince be willing to meet me?"

"You think highly of me, dear guest." The old woman's voice was hoarse, she coughed dryly, and said, "I'm just a person who helps the prince make soup, and I can't say a word in front of the prince."

"So you mean you want me to go in alone?" An Jie asked with a smile.

The old woman wanted to nod for granted, and even couldn't wait for An Jie to go in quickly, so that she could close the door and starve the abominable tramp to death in the cellar while the prince was away!

It's a pity that before she nodded, she was pierced through the chest by an oncoming iron sword. She stared at An Jie in disbelief, and this handsome young man still had an amiable smile on his face.

A stream of blood gushed from the old woman's mouth, and her heart shattered.

An Jie slowly drew out the iron sword, scorching blood flowed out along the blade, dripping down a large puddle on the ground quickly.

He said softly: "Why won't you accompany me in? You know, I'm a frightened fawn. Anyone standing behind me beyond my control makes me feel scared."

The old woman fell to the ground with her eyes wide open, and the veins on her neck were bulging. She was whimpering, but her mouth was blocked by blood, and she couldn't utter a word.

An Jie cut off the old woman's head indifferently, and told her to die so badly.

He wiped the iron sword clean on the corpse's clothes again, and continued to hang it on his belt, then pulled up the old woman's corpse, brought a bench, and blocked both sides of the door, preventing the possible wind from blowing the door shut, before turning around Enter the spiral downward staircase.

As you go down, the strange smell inside the door becomes stronger, but it is mixed with the smell of burning dry wood, which makes people feel a little better.

An Jie walked to the bottom and stood still. There was a huge clay vat in this cellar, and there was a huge spoon in the vat. The indigo liquid rolled and burst inside, and the ashes burned by the firewood flew up and landed.

There was a dirty velvet blanket on the floor, and next to the rug was the crystal coffin that An Jie was very familiar with. The lid of the coffin had been opened long ago, and there was no one inside.

The stench that filled the air obviously came from the crystal coffin, or rather, from a corpse that once lay in the coffin, and his smell still lingered in the air.

Lucas was not there, and Snow was obviously not there, the old woman had lied to him.

—Fortunately, she had been killed.

An Jie thought blankly, he didn't want to get to the bottom of the stench in the crystal coffin.

He only wanted to think that Snow still had the power of the devil, and he could persist until he came to save him.

An Jie no longer looked at the crystal coffin. He turned around and wanted to go back to the ground, but saw strange marks on the ground, as if someone had fallen on the ground and was dragged away, and the mud on his feet was stuck on the ground. on the ground.

An Jie's heart beat faster—someone has been here, maybe...

He began to follow the trail, running to the hall on the ground floor, and then to the garden.

The girls in the garden were still motionless. An Jie looked around anxiously, and suddenly saw that the soil in a certain place was more moist than the surrounding ones, and it seemed that someone had turned it up not long ago. The soil was dug up little by little.

After digging for an unknown amount of time, An Jie finally dug out two coffins from inside. Sweating profusely, he dragged the coffins out and placed them on the ground, opening the lids one by one.

But none of the people inside was Snow.

An Jie knew this result for a long time, but he was unwilling to give up hope and forced himself to give it a try.

In fact, he was disappointed in his heart, but he still checked the people in the coffin. The people in the two coffins died all their lives. The person who died looked very familiar, like... Helmut? ! !

An Jie was truly stunned.

Isn't the dead man in this coffin Helmut?

He obviously looked more mature than seven years ago, and his facial features were more handsome and profound, but his pale face and stopped breathing told An Jie that this man was dead!

Death's godson will die? !Could it be that the story belonging to the god of death has developed to the point where he turned against the god of death and was killed by the god of death?

When An Jie was shocked, there was a coughing sound from the coffin next to him, and a strong man sat up from the difficult position. His face was pale and he looked uncomfortable. He kept taking deep breaths. After all, he was alive. Was buried in the ground.

"My God, it's really unlucky to be murdered by that nasty guy Lucas." The man moved his joints slowly and stood out of the coffin with difficulty. His brows were a little sad, as if he was worried about something.

Then he looked at An Jie, bowed to An Jie, and smiled friendly: "Hello, dear stranger, thank you for saving me."

"No, you're welcome." An Jie also responded with a smile. He pointed to Helmut next to him, "Excuse me..."

"Oh? This old guy? Don't worry, he has been repeating the boring process from baby to old man for hundreds of years. This time, he just accelerated the speed of death and went to see his godfather again." The man said indifferently , "Don't worry, he is the godson of death after all, and he is also a liar who is good at deception. Maybe you will see him again in a hundred years, if you can live to that time."

"Uh, okay." An Jie was very surprised in his heart, but his focus was not here after all, so he kept his face calm and continued to ask: "Do you know where Lucas and the people in the crystal coffin have gone?" Woolen cloth?"

"Are you talking about the beautiful princess?" The man curled his lips in disgust, as if recalling something that made him sick, and said, "Lucas resurrected the princess who was full of corpse smell, I'm afraid Now taken to his true palace to be married."

An Jie clenched his fists and stood up suddenly, startling the man, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." An Jie smiled reluctantly, but the corners of his mouth twisted horribly, his voice became low, and he tried his best to maintain friendship, "Thank you for your answer, if you want to go to Lucas's palace, where should I go?" What direction? I really want to go to their wedding."

"Lovely boy, but you look like you're going to make trouble." The man chuckled, and quickly explained after seeing An Jie's complete change of face, "Okay, okay, I get it, don't be angry, I want to play tricks on Luka too You just have to go south, through a small town called Kacha, and then through a forest, to reach Lucas' city, where his palace is."

"Thank you." An Jie said dully. His heart was hurting, as if the weight of the iron hoop was getting heavier, which made his heart almost unable to bear the load. He said goodbye to the man, left this disgusting and terrible garden, and went to the door. go outside.

An Jie still left through the side door, and when he opened the side door, the girl's head hanging on the door spoke again: "The embarrassed stranger,

I advise you not to oppose the prince,

To know,

It was a figure a hundred times more terrifying than the devil. "

"If I kill him, will you be saved?" An Jie stopped and asked without looking up.

"Those people in the garden may be all right, but I can't," answered the girl's head, her voice soft and clear, but she said terrible words, "My head and hands are left here to watch the gate, and my body and legs are dead. I don't know where it was taken. Because the prince thinks my body and legs are not perfect enough to meet the standard of his treasures."

"That's really a pity." An Jie's previous softness had long been worn away by countless sufferings, and the sympathy at this moment was only because of a certain sense of common hatred.So when he heard such words, he only responded insincerely, and looked up at the girl's head indifferently.

The drooping girl's head happened to smile at him, her eyes bent like crescent moons: "Anyway, thank you for your kindness, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Anjie bid farewell to the girl's head and left Lucas' castle.

The road went south all the way, and the weather gradually became warmer with the passage of time. By the time Anjie passed through the town of Kacha, walked through the forest, and came to Lucas' city, he could already wear only one piece of clothing.

His iron sword became mottled and fragile during the journey, and was eventually discarded by him, leaving only the dagger wrapped in cloth strips for easy concealment.

An Jie walked to the city gate, where someone was recruiting workers.

"Dishwasher, dishwasher,

Come on, a diligent dishwasher!

The cups and dishes of the palace kitchen are piled up on the roof,

The wedding feast is about to begin,

The mess needs to be sorted out. "

Upon hearing this, An Jie hurried up and asked, "Can I go?"

The recruiter looked at An Jie and said disgustedly: "Tsk, the tramp who came from afar, you should ask God to have pity on you. If you sincerely want to come, you can take a bath in the river over there and come here tomorrow. I, like you, can't even enter the city gate, how can I bring you into the palace?"

An Jie, who never stopped running all the way and couldn't even bear to sleep, was of course extremely dirty. He quickly smiled and thanked: "Thank you very much for your kindness! You know, a homeless person like me needs this job to make ends meet. "

After finishing speaking, An Jie went to the river outside the city to clean up briefly, then entered the city gate to buy a new set of clothes, found a bathhouse, and washed himself comfortably.

After days of hard work, An Jie's exposed skin changed from fair to wheat-colored. He looks thin and out of shape, but in fact, his flexible muscles are tightly attached to his bones, and every part is full of strength.

An Jie carefully protected his chest so that the water would not touch his iron hoop. After washing, he wrapped a new cloth strip around his chest to wrap the iron hoop, and changed into smart and simple clothes.

He didn't care about the hair that had grown to his shoulders, he tied it up casually with cloth strips, put a strand of bangs to cover his face, walked out of the bathhouse, paid and left.

The city is very lively because of the prince's upcoming wedding, and red silk is hung everywhere.

An Jie came to the tavern, intending to have a good meal and then inquire about some news. When the errand worker served the food, he asked gently: "Why is this place so happy? It's just that the prince is getting married."

"Dear guest, it is obvious that you are an outsider." Xiaogong said, "You don't know that the prince married his aunt's stepdaughter, the only princess of another country, and the life of the king of that country is coming to an end. This marriage will not only allow the prince to have a wife, but also allow our country to expand after the prince becomes a king!"

An Jie smiled slightly and said, "Sounds really great, the timing is so coincidental that it seems like a long-planned ambition."

"Hey, what are you talking about." Xiao Gong was a little annoyed, "This is a major event for our country, and everyone should be happy."

An Jie grinned and even rolled his eyes, making his smile look very sincere: "Of course I'm happy... I've put in too much effort to meet that peerless princess."

"Haha, so you also admire that princess." Xiao Gong understood An Jie's rude words, and said with a smile, "Then you are late, she will marry our prince, and I don't know how many people's hearts will be broken .”

"Of course." An Jie smiled, with a faint sweetness on his face, "He is always lovable."

The little worker was so busy that he kept his feet on the ground, chatted with An Jie for a while, and then left. An Jie finished his meal quietly, left the lively tavern, and walked to the palace in the city.

It was the dusk when the sun was half on the top of the mountain and half on the ground. I saw many young men standing under a certain window of the palace, and everyone was looking at that window obsessively.

"What happened here?" Angela asked a passerby.

"Not yet the prince's fiancée, she would open the window every day to look boredly, and let the young man who is obsessed with her put down everything to wait for every day, what a terrible thing!" Passers-by hurried past, unwilling to say more about that window.

An Jie was at a loss, but heard the crowd cheering quietly.

The sun had completely set, and the window was pushed open from the inside.

The person who opened the window was leaning lazily on the window. He was astonishingly beautiful: his skin was as white as snow, his lips were as red as blood, his long hair was as black as ebony, and his blue eyes were like a starry night and like an endless sea.

This person is also nondescript: although his figure is slender and thin, he is still taller and stronger than the average girl, and the lines of his face are also rougher and tougher. The protruding collarbone was hideously sunken, making him look neither masculine nor feminine.

But this person has a strange attraction. He seems to be indifferent and powerful, but his whole body is fragile at the touch of a touch. His beautiful eyes are emotionless, and his bright red lips are pursed tightly without any arc, like a man without a trace. A puppet of the soul, who makes anyone who sees him want to make him smile, and fill his beautiful eyes with emotion.

An Jie's eyes were red, and the person by the window was clearly Snow.

In his eyes, he only saw Snow as if he had been greatly tortured, his whole body was as thin as a skeleton, fragile and pale.

Snow's indifferent eyes didn't seem to notice that there were many people looking up at him under the window. He leaned against the window for a while, and then sang in a hoarse voice: "Fawn, Fawn,

my fawn,

I dream of you every night,

But never see you. "

An Jie's mood surged uncontrollably, he wanted to be impulsive, he wanted to rush to Snow and shout.

—Look at me!

--I'm here!

--I'm here!

But reason stopped him again, and made him stand far away, standing still, watching Snow silently, his heart eroded by the intertwining of sweetness and pain.

After Snow finished singing, he closed the window and left.