This year, there was a heavy snowfall in Zhongmou.
Zhao Anyang built a snowman in the back garden of Luofu Mansion and covered his eyes with black cloth.
"Hey, you made yourself!" Luo Qingchen came out of the room and looked at the plump and cute snowman with a bright smile on her lips.
Zhao Anyang frowned slightly when he saw that she ran out without a coat. He walked into the inner room and took out her bright red cloak.
Luo Qingchen stood next to Xue'er and walked around twice, smiling blankly.
"Don't catch a cold." He put the cloak on her body and rubbed her gently.
"Like me?" He asked with a smile when he saw that she kept looking at the snowman without speaking.
Luo Qingchen blinked and touched the snowman's face, feeling the cool snow melting in the palm of his hand.
She smiled lightly and said, "A little fat."
"Really?" Zhao Anyang glanced at himself now and smiled to himself: "Compared with now, it seems about the same..."
"Yes, you are so fat." Luo Qingchen looked at him and smiled sweetly.
In the past few years, they have ridden the rivers and lakes, seen thousands of mountains and rivers, and traveled to the ends of the earth.
Apart from eating and playing, Zhao Anyang has gained a lot of weight.
"Madam, you dislike me." Looking at her, her eyes were still as clear as water, just like how they were a few years ago.
It seems that time has left no trace on her body.
"No way, you obviously dislike me!" Luo Qingchen pouted and pointed at the snowman: "You only made one of yourself, not me!"
"It's snowing, I'm afraid you'll be cold." Zhao Anyang held her little hand in his palm,
Soft, warm...
"Nonsense, you just don't want to build one for me!" Luo Qingchen hummed and made a hasty pile of snow twice. She put her big red cloak on the snowman, looked at him and said with a smile: "Like me?"
"It's too fat. Qing'er is much prettier than it." Zhao Anyang took off Luo Qingchen's cloak from the snowman and put it on her, and then took off his own cloak and put it on the snowman.
He glanced at the snowman, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "If I had a prominent status when I met you, I should be able to put the cloak on Qing'er at that time!"
Luo Qingchen was stunned for a long time and then smiled lightly: "What a fool. No matter what your status is, I just like you and nothing will change."
"Good Qing'er -" He rubbed her waist and let his head rest on his chest, looking at the snowman piled up by Luo Qingchen in front of him, he said with a smile: "Now that I've put it on, it's time to It’s not too late.”
She glanced at the silly snowman she had built in front of her, wearing Zhao Anyang's cloak. She looked at the snowman with no clothes in front of her, and suddenly felt moved in her heart.
Such a scene is no different from what they were back then.
"Zhao Anyang—" She raised her eyes slightly, looked at his handsome profile and called his name.
"Huh?" He looked up at her.
She smiled lightly, stood on her tiptoes slightly, kissed his lips and said, "I love you."
Zhao Anyang kneaded her into his arms with his backhand, lowered his head and kissed her deeply. His voice was as cool as water, and he said, "I love you too, for all eternity."
After that, he picked her up and walked towards the room.
There was heavy snow outside the window, and the two snowmen were just sitting quietly in the snow, just like they did back then.
In this life, Zhao Anyang lived to be sixty years old. In ancient times, such an age was already very good.
Luo Qingchen stayed by his side until the moment he was about to die under the pear tree, and his eyes were still so beautiful.
"Qing'er, I'm so useless. I left before you and made you bear the pain of separation." Zhao Anyang lay in her arms with tears in his eyes.
"Fool, we will meet again in the next life. We have agreed that we will never be apart from each other in all our lives. Luo Qingchen's eyes were already red. She was reluctant to let go, but it was useless.
The system told her this morning that Zhao Anyang's lifespan ends today.
The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, but who dares to keep you alive until the fifth watch
That's fine, she has to bear the pain of separation.
"Well... Qing'er..." His breath became weaker and weaker, and he opened his thin lips slightly and repeated her name over and over again.
"I'm here, I'm here..." She hugged him, tears constantly pouring out of her eyes.
"I... I... love... love you." He closed his eyes and said the last words.
"Me too." She hugged him, her consciousness gradually blurring.
If you are always here, I will always love you. (To be continued)