Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and said nothing. He received the apology he deserved, but he was not happy at all.

The atmosphere was condensed to its peak.

Yan Jiu opened the door and walked out.

Ma Weiwei and others rolled into the office like dumplings.

Yan Jiu crossed the crowd and left.

Standing in the criss-crossing streets.

System:【Is the host okay?】

The wind brings the first snow of the year to the world.

The flying snow in the sky is like Yan Jiu’s mood.

Totally cold.

Yan Jiu raised her hand to catch the falling snowflakes. The flawless white snowflakes seemed to be a gift from God.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the sky.

The feathery snow fell like a shooting star, but it couldn't make her wish like a shooting star.

Previous life.

A snowy day.

She lost her senior brother.

Another snowy day.

She lost her master.

Yan Jiu slowly closed her fingers, and the temperature in her palms quickly melted the snow into snow water.

Snow is not guilty.

But she hates snow.

I hate it so much that I want to destroy it.

Suddenly, a transparent umbrella fell on Yan Jiu's head, covering up Yan Jiu's resentment towards the snow.

Lang Zongyi said something subconsciously: "Tolerance is not your strong point, there is no need to hold on."

All Yan Jiu could think about was that Lang Zongyi was not her senior brother. When she heard this, she was shocked.

He turned his head violently.

Yan Jiu was in disbelief: "What did you just say?"

Lang Zongyi repeated: "There is no need to hold on..."

Yan Jiu interrupted: "The first half of the sentence!"

Lang Zongyi was confused: "Forbearance is not your strong point?"

Yan Jiu almost broke through the defense.

Her senior brother once said this to her.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Yan Jiu's heart.

Yes.

So many years have passed.

Habits and preferences can be changed.

Just like her, when she was a child she was not as gentle, cute and considerate as she is now.

Yan Jiu still wants to confirm when.

Ma Weiwei ran out: "The situation is bad!"

Lang Zongyi thrust the umbrella into Yan Jiu's hand and walked straight back to the special bureau, which was small enough to be ignored.

Yan Jiu held the umbrella handle.

There is still the residual warmth of Lang Zongyi on the handle.

System:【Is the host okay?】

Yan Jiu smiled and said: "Very good!"

She could never have a better day than today.

Yan Jiu has been alone for too long.

It has been so long that I have forgotten that everything has a certain fate, and I have forgotten the saying "If you lose your life, you will be lucky to gain it".

According to the fate assigned to her by her master.

She should always be alone.

She was lucky enough to come to this world, lucky enough to meet her family and friends, and get clues about her master and senior brother.

Yan Jiu raised her head and looked at the snow through the umbrella: "I found a way to coexist with the snow."
Chapter completed!