Xueyao in the picture seemed to sense something. She suddenly stopped what she was doing and once again raised her head, gazing into the distance. Her beautiful face was particularly moving, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

This smile was as brilliant and dazzling as a blooming spring flower, and it instantly struck the handsome man's heart. His heart seemed to be gently touched by something, and it trembled violently, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

He was in a trance for a moment, feeling that Xueyao seemed to know that he was missing her at this moment.

"She is so beautiful and so innocent." He couldn't help but murmur softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it, as if he was recalling the good times he spent with Xueyao in the past.

Those little bits and pieces of the past, those beautiful memories of the past kept flooding into his mind, making him immersed in them, with a feeling of sweetness and sadness.

However, he knew clearly in his heart that there was an unbridgeable chasm between him and Xueyao. He could not easily disturb her peaceful life, and even dared not say a word of greeting out loud, for fear of attracting her attention and revealing his long-hidden feelings.

Therefore, he chose to bury this deep love deep in his heart, silently guarding Xueyao, wishing her happiness forever. Even just watching her smiles and frowns from afar was a great satisfaction for him.

He sighed softly, and the emotions surging in his chest were like clouds swept away by a strong wind, drifting away into the void bit by bit.

At this crucial moment, Xueyao in the picture seemed to sense something. She suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of something. The handsome man was shocked and raised his hand as if by reflex, wanting to close the picture in front of him, but froze at the last moment.

He knew in his heart that it was extremely foolish to do so, but there was a voice deep in his heart that kept telling him to wait a little longer, maybe Xueyao would really be able to see him?

Unfortunately, Xue Yao in the picture was only stunned for a moment, then lowered her head again and continued to focus on the things at hand.

Seeing this, the man could only helplessly exhale a breath of foul air, but a faint sense of loss inevitably welled up in his heart. He knew that the gap between them was as insurmountable as a chasm, but he still wanted to protect her silently.

He murmured in a low voice, "Yao'er, do you know how deeply I love you?" As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Yao seemed to have heard his call. She kept plucking the strings in her hand, but raised her head, as if thinking about something. Her beautiful eyes were staring at somewhere outside the picture, and her red lips were opening and closing, as if she was singing along with the music.

The man's heart seemed to be ignited, burning with an uncontrollable flame of impulse.

He gently stroked the object on the table. It was his only connection to Xueyao. He treasured it and kept it with him at all times. Whenever he felt lonely or lost, the mere sight of it brought him a strange sense of comfort and strength.

"Yao'er, no matter where you are, I will protect you." His voice trembled, and his eyes were full of determination and tenderness.

Waving the scene away, the man continued to sit in the hall. After a long sigh, he immediately turned his attention to his work. At this moment, the stars twinkled like silver sand across the entire palace.

Xueyao couldn't help but sneeze loudly again, and finally brought her wandering thoughts back to reality. She decided to wash up and go to bed.

No matter how much experience you have and how much training you have to do, you still have to sleep.

Since we have come to this world, we should have some human touch and be aware of the smell of fireworks.

Then just do human things, eat human food, sleep human sleep, and be a human being.

That night, Xueyao had a dream.

In the dream, it was snowing outside the window, and she was sitting in front of the window, playing the guqin.

I don't know how I ended up in a vast expanse of snow. All around me was silence, with only the sound of falling snowflakes ringing softly in my ears.

She walked slowly on the snow, leaving deep footprints with every step, as if leaving her own mark in this silent world.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure in front of her. The person was standing quietly in the snow with his back to her, as if waiting for something.

She felt something in her heart and walked forward quickly, wanting to see the man's face clearly.

However, when she walked up to the person, she found that it was just an empty corner of clothes and the person had disappeared.

She felt an inexplicable sense of loss, as if she had lost something important.

Just then, she heard a gentle call, which seemed to come from the distant sky, and seemed to ring right next to her ear.

She raised her head and looked in the direction where the sound came from, but she only saw a vast expanse of white snow and snowflakes all over the sky.

"Yao'er, is that you?" The voice sounded again, with a hint of tenderness and expectation.

Xue Yao's heart trembled. She recognized the voice, but the next moment, she was unsure. Was it the man in white who called himself Ling Ziqian in her dream, or was it Bai Yichen? What was going on? Why couldn't she tell the difference?

She wanted to respond and ask who the owner of the voice was, but she found that she could not make any sound. She could only watch the figure gradually move away and disappear in the snow.

She anxiously tried to catch up, but she couldn't. She was fast, but the figure was even faster.

It was so frustrating that Xueyao was almost spitting fire.

But she felt a powerful force pulling her back to reality.

She suddenly opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed, her clothes soaked with sweat.

I raised my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead, but my heart still couldn't calm down.

That dream, that voice, always echoed in her heart, lingering.

That person, that back, made her feel an inexplicable throbbing and anticipation.

After waking up with a start, her heart still pounding, she lay in bed, her mind racing, the mysterious dream replaying in her mind.

That voice, that figure, both made her feel an indescribable sense of familiarity. She tried hard to recall the owner of the voice, but found that she could not clearly recall his face.

I thought about it, but I still couldn't tell. That young man in white? He didn't look like him at all. Bai Yichen? I wasn't sure either.

This made her feel a little confused and uneasy, as if she had lost something important.

She stood up and walked to the window, looking at the moonlight outside, her heart filled with confusion and helplessness.

She didn't know who the owner of the voice was, but she inexplicably felt that person had some inexplicable connection with herself.

This is an intuition, but her intuition is usually not too wrong.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way. To be more precise, this is the first time I've traveled to this world.

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