Chapter89

  Snow covered the trees, the ground, a vast expanse of silver white, so bright it was almost dazzling, like an ethereal paradise, as if the cold heavens were weeping silently. A sharp cry suddenly broke this tranquility.

  "Is there something you want to tell me?" She couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere, like the helplessness of parting, even the sound of each other's breathing was so faint. Xia Moli twisted her hair, with a lazy expression, quietly gazing at the moon dust in front of her.

  Biting her lower lip, the tender and delicate lips seemed to be bitten so hard that they could bleed. After a long time, her lips moved slightly "I... am leaving." The clear and crisp voice, like a silver bell, looked at the absolutely beautiful woman's confused expression, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes "I'm going to France." But she still spoke up.

  "Can you give me a reason?" Xia Menglin's face was calm, but the unrest in her eyes betrayed her. She gradually realized that everything around her was slowly drifting away from her - Yao Xiao Si, Xia Meng Xun's disappearance, Xia Meng Yun's estrangement, and now even her own departure.

  She wouldn't know that Yao Xiao Si sacrificed for her, nor would she know that Xia Mu Yun felt guilty and ashamed to face her. How could she know about the sacrifices Xia Mu Xuan made for her behind her back? She was a pampered child trapped in confusion. Sorry, she didn't know.

  Yuè chén āi tried to break the solemn atmosphere, poking Xiǎo Mù Lì's forehead with her hand, forcing out a laugh, but it was fake. "Idiot, I'm not like I won't be back." She understood, the chill at her fingertips.

  He grasped her wrist and let go, his icy hand making her tremble involuntarily. "You're scared," he said bluntly, without any tact, now Xia Moli's mind was a bit confused.

  "I... I'm sorry." His eyes dimmed and his smile froze. "Actually, all along, I didn't believe Ran was dead. I know you'll say I'm escaping reality, but I couldn't be as rational as you. I desperately searched for him, and finally found him. They said they saw a boy who looked just like Ran in France, so...".

  "He's not like that, how long do you want to escape!" A loud roar interrupted the words of Yuè Chén'āi, Xià Mènglì rarely lost control like this, all because her friend, Yuè Chén'āi, was a super big idiot.

  "But he..."?

  "Can't you see, the one he's been searching for has long passed away. Just because there are people in this world who look alike doesn't mean they're the same person. What does it prove if they just happen to look similar? You know better than anyone else what's going on in your heart!" Although she couldn't bear to say it, she had to, for she had a responsibility to do so, being her first friend.

  At some point, a thing called 'tears' had already trickled down my cheeks and fallen onto the snowy ground, melting the snow into slush.

  Xia Moli wiped away the tears that had fallen on her face, and her tone softened a bit. "He's not him, he can't have the same feelings for you as he did, even if he falls in love with you, he can only be a substitute, can you bear to hurt that substitute?" Looking at her confused expression, she sighed and comforted her like an older sister. "Okay, I know, you want to leave and I won't stop you, just come back soon." She compromised.

  In an instant, Moon Dust's expression was tinged with joy, tightly embracing the woman in front of her who was very important to her life. She understood what she wanted to express, but she knew that it would hurt, so she just wanted to follow her own thoughts, because she was afraid of being hurt again.

  Moli, if you have someone you love, you will understand that feeling.

  A silver-white world, two girls quietly leaned against each other.