Playing to the death and cheating on you

When its claw stretched out for the third time, that wonderful human suddenly opened his eyes and looked blankly at that furry claw...Tiger?Bear?

I don't know how to be afraid, as if I was just disturbed from a dream, stretching my waist, I can continue to lie in the warm bed and continue to return to the cage for the next sleep. 【】

However, the warm feeling disappeared quickly, because a bloodstain was caught on the face, and there was a burning pain.The little squirrel opened his eyes to meet her gaze, and didn't try to escape. He still looked at her curiously, his eyelids almost touching her slender eyelashes.

As in a long, long dream, she stretched out her hand and hugged the squirrel subconsciously, just like hugging a little child, just like the child she hugged in countless dreams—Yuan Yi, Yuan one!

All tragedies begin with the loss of Yuan Yi.

However, when the hand touched a void, there was only a squeak, and the squirrel jumped up cleverly, wagging its big furry tail and immediately jumped away.

Shui Lian stretched out her hand again, and the squirrel had already run away. She followed her eyes and saw a lush, ice-covered tree in front of her. The small hole is just big enough for it to cleverly hide in, hold a handful of pine nuts, and enjoy the dry food it has stored for the winter deliciously...

All the sweet dreams disappeared, the courtyard palace, the stove, the fragrant pastries, the warm room... Only the bloodstains on the cheeks dug out by the squirrels reminded me hotly: Shui Lian, you are the only one!

At this moment, you are lying in the ice and snow, with no home, no direction, nowhere to go...

However, there is someone waiting for you.

The man who was used by you, deceived by you, and sacrificed by you is still waiting for you foolishly.

"Third Lord...Third Lord... Are you really still waiting for me?? Did you ask this squirrel to wake me up?"

Shui Lian sat up, her waist was so painful that she could hardly support the heavy head.

Fortunately, that thick cloak and fine ferret fur allowed her to walk such a long distance in the ice and snow without dying.

Beside her, there was a sad cry from a horse. She turned her head and saw the poor animal with its neck raised, its long mane blown by the wind. It couldn't bear the cold anymore, and desperately hoped to find a warm place as soon as possible.

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