In front of him is snow, and behind him is a little bit of starlight. The light of the lantern was warm and bright, as if to illuminate his way home.
His cold hand holding the sword suddenly warmed, and he ran in front of him and jumped into his arms with a smile.
"you are back?"
The most beautiful words in the world are nothing more than that.
The author has something to say: [Small Theater]
Doctor: "Mo Shubai, did you know that you will be admitted to our hospital?"
Mo Shubai: "Because, I'm too good?"
Doctor: "Because there are too many complaints, for the sake of social harmony, corrective treatment is recommended."
Mo Shubai: "Σ( ° △ °|||)︴What can I do to correct it?"
Doctor: "Why can't you create a harmonious society and keep writing cookies?"
Mo Shubai: "Sweet and abusive... Are you not tired of it?"
Doctor: "Look at other people's authors! You disturb social harmony, you know?"
Mo Shubai: "Probably... I am a mudslide. I must fight a bloody path in a world full of sweet texts!"
Reader: "Tremble, doctor, I donate..."
Mo Shubai: "Wait! Doctor! It will be sweet, I will be sweet! I will abuse it for a while... No, I will not abuse it, stop beating, stop beating, take that stick away from me! !!!!"