Chapter57

  The little black dress looked so thin in the cold wind, snowflakes fell down, rolling up a sense of chill, mouth corners slightly hooked, feeling great, for what just did, only satisfaction, no more.

  Looking at the bare tree trunks around her, she muttered: "So ugly." Now all she needs is transformation.

  Xia Mo Li gazed at Xia Mo Yun from afar, let out a sigh, took off her outer jacket, and slowly walked towards Xia Mo Yun. She gently placed the jacket over her shoulders and softly said, "Put it on, you'll catch a chill."

  Her petite body trembled slightly, and she sprang open like a sudden electric shock, only to find that the speaker was her most familiar stranger. With a sad smile, all the past good things were gone. She covered up the sorrowful expression, replacing it with a disgusted look. In anger, she threw her coat to the ground, but didn't know that her actions had hurt her second sister's heart, and even more so, her own heart, though she was unaware of it.

  Cruel laughter, suddenly turned cold, the childish voice became low and strange: "When you left with her at that moment, it meant we had already broken off our relationship, so please don't bother me again!"

  But Xia Mengli's reaction was surprisingly abnormal, without any ripples, no surprise could be seen, calm as water, and her eyes were still like a deep pool that made people unable to see through, only the corners of her mouth slightly hooked up, a faint smile: "Broken, it doesn't matter." Such an absolute four words, when she said them, was actually so relaxed, did she really not care anymore?

  Xia Mei's body trembled slightly, and she curled up the corners of her mouth in self-mockery. Indeed, she had never taken it to heart, so she chose to believe someone else instead. What was she still expecting? Was everything good in the past just a disguise, an illusion? Had it all been her own one-sided wishful thinking all along?

  "Just like that, bye." Suppressing the pain in her heart, she turned around and ran away. The snow fell silently, so desolate, sorrowful, and chilling, yet with a different kind of beauty.

  Her eyelids drooped slightly, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, as if pouring out everything, a tearless sorrow. The most painful thing is to look at each other, because there are no tears to tell, she seems to be looking for someone to rely on, but there isn't anyone, who can understand her?

  "Will she understand if you do this? She won't thank you, but will instead resent you." The voice came faintly, slowly, mixed with a hint of helplessness.

  She didn't look back, not wanting anyone to see the sorrow on her face. She reached out to brush off the snowflakes on her shoulder, but as soon as her warm hand touched them, they melted away. It turned out that beauty was so fleeting: "Maybe the role of a bad person is more suitable for me, and the role of a good person should be left to Mochen instead." This feeling was pretty good, wasn't it? It's just...a little painful.

  The two women in the snow and wind, formed a beautiful picture, so beautiful that it's suffocating. However, she always believed that tears are sweet because they contain all the happiness of the past, only fleeting away, so tears are also short-lived, just like the brief happiness...

  Lan Xinyue held an umbrella, silently walking behind her, blocking the cold and piercing snowflakes for her. Her eyebrows were furrowed, suppressing all her discontent.

  "Just gently push her umbrella aside, smile and whisper 'Let me feel this happiness, isn't it good? Feel the snowflakes bringing me the only fleeting happiness, although it's cold, but there's a different flavor to it.'"

  Lan Xinyue was stunned by this sentence, no mistake, she had been lacking warmth since childhood, her parents were often not at home, and even her sister only stared at Yun'er, she was just being mischievous, wanting to get her attention, but unexpectedly, her heart was so cold, it was actually cold enough to need the warmth of snow.

  Lan Xinyue gently threw the umbrella to the ground, and together with her, they felt the happiness that snow brought them: "Then let's come and feel the snow together, you can't be selfish by yourself!"

  Xia Mo Li's eyes were slightly moist, perhaps in this world, only she understood herself, she was like the moon shadow sinking into the deep pool, deeply feeling the pool water, but not drowning because of it, with her, it was possible...

  Large snowflakes fall down one by one, releasing beauty that lasts for just a moment...

  Seeking gold medals, seeking collection, seeking likes, seeking comments, seeking red envelopes, seeking gifts, all kinds of seeking, whatever you want, just throw it over!