The snowstorm was bone-chillingly cold, and the raging wind felt like blades cutting into one's skin. Yet Xiao Jin seemed oblivious, clutching tightly the lifeless figure in his arms, kissing her cheeks randomly, his lips mixed with tears, salty and wet, murmuring hoarsely over and over, "Tangtang..."
"Don't scare me."
"You're just asleep, aren't you?"
His chest was burning hot like a furnace, trying to pass his warmth to the female, to melt her stiff, cold body.
Gradually, his voice choked with sobs, "…Tangtang, stop sleeping, wake up."
"I... I'll take you back."
But no matter what he said or how he pleaded, the person in his arms remained unresponsive.
Xiao Jin's heart felt as if pierced by a thousand knives, blood spurting out, extinguishing hope.
His trembling hand tightly clasped the back of Shen Tang's head, pressing her firmly against his chest, tears flooding even more, large, hot droplets rolling down his straight nose, landing in her hair.
