Quanzai Cone

She had already walked into the platform, but she couldn't get on the scheduled train.

The remaining strength was used to avoid the flow of people and hide in the shadows. Gan Xunguang leaned against the pillar, trying to support his body that had slipped a little bit, and heard the long whistle of the train when it was moving behind.The rails rumbled, and the station broadcast issued routine reminders to passengers who missed the train to transfer. She covered her mouth with her hand, coughing and panting mixed with tinnitus, completely overpowering these sounds.

Blood soaked her fingertips, and the circle of light drawn by the ceiling lamp on the platform was just outside her foothold, illuminating the swaying snow.The winter night in Yokohama was really cold, she was trembling all over, and the cold mist that was about to condense into tears filled her eyes, and she was on the verge of falling.

While in a trance, a certain voice came softly.

"Miss, do you want to die in love with me?"

After a while, Gan Xunguang raised his head slowly and looked through the mist of tears.

——A young man wearing thin clothes that are out of season, standing a few steps away and staring at her.

After seeing off the train, there were no other people on the platform, only the winter snow, flakes falling on his sand-colored windbreaker and soft black hair.In the night, under the slightly drawn long eyelashes, the pupils of the eyes showed a gorgeous color of half crimson and half dark black with the afterglow of the light, which was so beautiful that it bewitched people's hearts.

The "mind-reading technique" lost its effect the moment it touched him. Gan Xunguang only felt that he had fallen into a bottomless quagmire. His unstable spirit was hit by these negative emotions and almost collapsed on the spot.

She coughed violently and vomited out a dark red liquid mouthful after mouthful.The blood kept overflowing from the inside of her body, and she couldn't hold on any longer, leaning on the pillar and kneeling on the ground covered with a thin layer of snow, her vision was stained with a dull and dark color.

"Please, cough," she said in a short sentence because of swallowing blood, "please live... go on..."

Although no specific thought could be extracted, the perception enhanced by "mind reading" is still effective.She clearly understands that the young man who uttered the word "sacrifice for love" does have the awareness of death, but what really exists with this desire for death is the struggle for life.

She looked up at him with difficulty, and suddenly felt familiar—she should have seen him at the end of a stormy summer, on a sparkling seaside, in a completely different future.

But she had never met him.

"Didn't you give up yet? Life is a very precious miracle, don't be easily tempted by 'death'..." The fluent words followed by the lingering body temperature dissipated, she couldn't make a sound, her blood-soaked eyes watched Looking at him, his body fell into the snow.

At the last moment of her fall, the young man caught her.

The sand-colored windbreaker was draped over her shoulders, and the young man supported her, helped her to the bench next to the platform, and stretched out his hands to wipe off the blood on her face little by little.The warmth of that finger has been burned into the bottom of her heart.

The rioting ability was blocked by something, the tinnitus subsided, Gan Xunguang opened his eyes in confusion, the young man squatted in front of her, quietly pressed his palm to her cold cheek, and slightly bent his eyes.

"Stay a while," he said, "I'll take you away."

The thinking ability melted in the severe pain and the temperature of her fingers made her just nod blankly, watching the other party disappear into the darkness.Even though she couldn't see anything, she still kept turning her head, staring at the shadow, almost reluctant to blink.

The winter night wind was still blowing, and occasionally snowflakes drifted into the platform quietly, and she wanted to cough again.

Unable to calculate how long it took, the young man finally rushed back in the cold wind, carrying a big bag in his hand.Gan Xunguang, who was struggling with exhaustion, his eyes were slightly bright, quietly watching him take out the clean clothes from the bag.

It's a soft and thick white sweater, and a cherry blossom-colored down jacket.

The young man wearing only a shirt and vest ran back and forth in the low temperature outdoors, his face turned pale, and when he changed her blood-stained jacket, even through a layer of underwear, he could feel the coldness from his hands.

Gan Xunguang frowned slightly.

Cooperating with his movements, her head got out of the white sweater, and her long hair was brushed into a mess. She regained her consciousness and coughed softly while opening her mouth indistinctly.

"The clothes... are cold."

The young man was taken aback, and smiled to comfort her: "It won't be cold if you dress well."

"No, I," Gan Xunguang reached into the cuff of his down jacket, stared at him who had closed the zipper, and shook his head, "Your clothes."

She tilted her head and rubbed her cheek against the warm and fluffy edge of the down jacket hat, struggling to reach for the windbreaker on the armrest of the bench, and her other hand feebly covered the young man's hand that pulled the zipper to the neckline .

The skin temperature of the two of them was almost icy cold, and they couldn't draw any warmth from each other, but the young man still flinched as if he had been scalded.

She blinked, let go, and stuffed the windbreaker into his arms.Without further urging, he put on his windbreaker obediently, and continued to reach into the bag he brought.

This time it was a vacuum flask.

There was hot water in the cup, and she took a sip, the chills all over her body seemed to be dispelled.After drinking half a glass of water slowly, the young man held out his hand to her.

The drowsy Gan Xunguang closed the lid, hugged him with his thermos, and was dragged by him to the next platform.

The neon billboards were full of lights and shadows. They passed by the splendor and stood behind the warning line.The radio announcement started to play again, and many passengers with suitcases and companions poured in behind them, they blended into the crowd, like ordinary wanderers.

The next train has arrived.

Strange youth, strange train, unknown destination.

But, it's incredible, she didn't have any worries or fears at all, she just let the other party lead her and boarded the carriage.

The seat was next to the window, and the young man was beside her, and they were very close.She was holding the steaming thermos in her hand, leaning her head against the car window, and saw the snowy night scene through the glass.Amidst the long whistle, the train began to speed up, and the street view and sea view of Yokohama gradually blurred, sending her away silently. However, the profile of the young man reflected on the window was still clearly recognizable.

She stared deeply at the car window, not knowing whether she was looking at the scenery or the people.

In the noise, the young man raised his eyes, and his gaze met her through the reflection in the window.

"Take a break." He said, put his hand on her shoulder, and made her lean against him with a little force.When he withdrew his hand, his fingertips grazed her chin, and the temperature returned to the warm state when they first met.

The train's cloak is covered with snow, and it roars through the winter night.

Gan Xunguang stretched his brows and eyes, closed his eyes in this reassuring temperature, and lowered his head on the young man's shoulder.