later,

A flower really blooms in time, and the flowers bloom and fall again. The fragrance of plum blossoms is clear and clean, and it seems to have a special smell. The faint fragrance of flowers is like a unique memory.

The bitter cold wind blew by, and he stood alone in the endless snow, staring at the plum blossoms that were blooming in a perfect manner.

That winter, that cave.

Jun Zhan will never forgive himself for his whole life.

It was the little hamster who died with his own hands. It was Jun Zhan who watched the little hamster's breath gradually weakened. It was Jun Zhan who was helpless and looked at the little hamster with blood, but he still touched Jun Zhan's fingertips, comforting the master not to be sad.

Jun Zhan can't imagine the original picture.

Its only hope was him at that time, but he forced it to wait for a night, and it was delayed.

If he hadn't brought it out at the beginning, if he hadn't waited for a night, if he had discovered the cave earlier, maybe it wouldn't have died...

At that time, Jun Zhan's hands were shaking so hard that his body was still cold when he held the little hamster.

Regret, feel distressed.

Jun Zhan can never forgive himself, he owe it.

Jun Zhan was holding the wine pot alone, leaning his head up next to the trunk, looking at the light splashing in the sky from afar. The snow was falling down, and his eyes were fascinated. Jun Zhan seemed to see the man's willful smile in an instant.

He was stunned for a moment, staring at the picture with his eyes, stretching out his hand, curling his fingertips slightly, and touching the picture with caution, but his fingertips passed through the air and touched nothing, and it was nothing after all.

Jun Zhan smiled softly, his smile hoarsely, as if he was laughing at himself, and as if he was laughing at the world...

In this gambling of my dear, whoever admits defeat first will be injured.

Jun Zhan lost.

"I'm so cold." Jun Zhan murmured, not knowing who he was talking to.

What responds to him is the ever-dead quiet tranquility.

The smile in Jun Zhan's eyes gradually dissipated, "Don't you care about me..."

The voice was very light, very light, and it drifted in the air with the overwhelming snow.

From then on,

There will never be anyone else who put a cloak on him when he said it was cold.

From then on,

There will never be anyone else who said he would watch the sunrise with him and stay with him until the sunset.

From then on,

There will never be anyone who looks at him so focusedly and seriously in the afternoon sun.

Never again...

There are flowers in spring and moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.

From then on,

Jun Zhan is no longer stained with white color.

When I was young,

We always lose one person so easily.

He was obviously smiling like a flower at the beginning, but he turned around but was already at the end of the world.

I ask you good morning every day and say good night to you before going to bed. No matter how busy I am, I will take time to accompany you. I will take the initiative to find topics just to talk to you. I will worry about being bored and spend all my time making you happy. I will know what you like and don’t like. I will pay attention to your feelings the most, always accommodate you and indulge you.

It only appears briefly, but it is hard to forget the person who is as warm as the breeze and the moon.

It's not a thrilling moment, but it's a long flow of water.

Her appearance has become a habit, and once it is developed, it is difficult to get rid of it.

No one hates the feeling of being cared for, it will be addictive.

But,

In the blink of an eye, things change.

I was still talking and laughing last second...

Jun Zhan regretted countless times,

Why didn’t I hold her hand all the time in Chang'an Street?
Chapter completed!