"Little brother, you shouldn't have done this..."
Chen Yuan's face was very pale, utterly devoid of color.
His usually dashing disheveled black hair, after turning into snowy white, seemed much softer, its tips slightly covering the bright forehead.
But the smile he deliberately squeezed out was made all the more desolate by the washing of a pair of clear tears.
Under the shroud of dark clouds, snowflakes fluttered down.
Without the sun shining through the woods, no longer picturesque, it had become a gloomy white.
As if the entire world had lost its vivid colors, leaving only black and white.
In the bleak world, there was Chen Yuan in red and Chen Yi in green.
Chen Yi watched the smiling, tearful Chen Yuan, and couldn't help feeling sentimental.
He understood that much must have happened between Chen Yuan and Senior Sister Ling Yinrong that no one knew about.
More than just a simple meeting, knowing each other, fighting side by side.
"Feelings?"
"Probably."
