Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

On the flying ship, Yannian dozed off against the window, feeling a little lethargic, but thinking about meeting Jingyuan soon, he tried hard to cheer himself up.

Jingliu came over and put a thick white robe on him.

Yannian was surprised, "Sister, what are you doing?"

"It's snowy season now, the moon and the river are both cold, don't catch a cold." Jing Liu smiled faintly.

"How is it possible? You've been on the battlefield for so long, yet you're still afraid of these things."

Yannian did not comment, but did not take off his white robe. After all, it was Jingliu's kindness.

Looking out the window, Yannian lowered his eyes slightly and whispered, "It's going to snow, so it will be cold."

"But even if it doesn't snow, it will still feel cold."

Jingliu didn't hear Yannian's words clearly. He stood beside Yannian. In just twenty years, the boy had grown taller and was in the prime of his life.

But he was sick.

A disease that even the Dandingsi cannot diagnose.

Maybe this time when she comes back, she will have to go see Dan Feng.

"Sister, there's something I've always wanted to ask."

Just as Jingliu was lost in thought, Yannian suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

Mirror Flow tilts his head.

Two pairs of very similar red eyes looked at each other, one was cold and aloof, but also concealed a bit of gentleness, the other was calm and gentle, but concealed a bit of sharpness.

"What's the matter?" Jing Liu was silent for a moment and spoke calmly.

"Recently, when I dream, I always dream of a place, and--"

Yannian looked dazed, as if he remembered something, and his face turned pale.

"What else?" Jing Liu's red eyes moved slightly.

"I fell in a pool of blood and saw a little girl who looked like my sister."

"She's telling me—don't die."

"You had a nightmare, Jingnian. That never happened."

Jingliu reached out, held Yannian's head, and smiled slightly.

Yannian nodded, and seeing Jingliu looked calm, he also relaxed in his heart, thinking that he was having a nightmare. After all, he had nightmares every day recently.

Moreover, he has lived in Luofu since he could remember, and Jingliu has become the best swordsman.

Memories of the past are vague, but nothing particularly sad.

"We're almost in Luofu. Aren't you going to see Jing Yuan, the one you've been thinking about?"

"Go ahead, my stupid brother, but come home early. You are still underage."

Jing Liu's eyes were subtle. "I have other things to deal with. Why don't you consider your own weight first?"

After saying that, Jingliu turned and left.

In the shadows, Jing Liu's eyes were dark, and his lips were pressed into a straight line, with the color becoming a little lighter.

Yannian looked out the window, touched his chin, and felt nervous.

What should I say to Jingyuan when I see him later?

Once upon a time, they were half enemies, and now... they are not old friends either.

The flying ship hovered above the immortal boat and slowly landed.

The snow fell as lightly as catkins, and the tiny ice crystals sparkled with glittering light, passing before Yannian's eyes through a layer of fog.

The door opened and Yannian walked out of the fairy boat.

The square was crowded with people, calling for the returning Yunqi. Yannian exhaled and reached out to catch a snowflake.

This is... snow, cool, just as my brother described.

But it will melt and turn into a drop of water, fall to the ground and disappear, and the cold feeling in the palm of your hand will disappear, returning to its original temperature.

In the twilight of his soul, he saw snow that had never fallen on his home planet.

The monotonous white color, the temperature that cannot be retained, buries the sins but cannot bury everything, because it also has enemies and will disappear.

I don’t like it, Yannian’s red eyes were cold. If it was just to bury the things he didn’t want to see, it would be meaningless. What he wanted was to bury, to bury the person he hated completely.

"Mirror Year."

A familiar voice sounded behind me, still as childish as I remembered.

Yannian paused and turned around.

In the snow, Jing Yuan was holding a red umbrella, his red hairband fluttering, his face still closed, his big golden eyes blinking, only he had grown a little taller.

"You are still... a child, Jingyuan," Yannian said subconsciously.

Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows, handed Yan Nian an umbrella, and said in a more lively tone, "You are the same, you talk as if you are five or six hundred years old."

“—I see.”

Yannian took the umbrella with a calm expression and smiled knowingly.

Twenty years have passed and no one has changed much.

"Jingnian, you will stay for a long time this time, right?" Jing Yuan asked, without the previous sharp confrontation, as if he was just talking normally.

"Maybe. So in your heart, are we friends?"

Yannian stole a glance at Jingyuan. Seeing that Jingyuan didn't say anything, he curled his lips and turned away. "I know. I'm going to kill for a few more decades until you feel sorry for me."

"Why should I feel bad for you? Don't make yourself suffer under the pretext of doing it for me!"

"It's incomprehensible, stop right there!" Jing Yuan pouted and grabbed Yannian's white robe, always acting on his own.

But after saying that, Jing Yuan raised his eyelids and actually said "for me", which was a disguised acknowledgement of everything Yannian had done.

These words sounded so strange coming out of his mouth.

Yannian looked back, a breeze blew, slanting the snowflakes, and there was a bit of helplessness and grievance between his brows.

"I don't know... what I can do to make you look at me and forgive me. I want to take things a step further with you. Every day when I come back from the battlefield, the happiest thing is... writing to you."

"It's true that I'm a little stupid, but I'm absolutely sincere to you. I swear here--" Before Yannian could finish the rest of his words, Jingyuan covered his mouth with his hand.

"Stop, please shut up."

Jing Yuan was embarrassed because there were people nearby.

Yannian's words sounded like those spoken to a young couple who had reunited after a long separation, but he was not the same.

I really admire Yannian. Ever since he became crazy, he always goes crazy at him from time to time, which makes him confused.

Yannian's face was full of black lines. If Jingyuan didn't let go, he would be suffocated. Why did he suddenly cover his mouth? He had written about this in his letters over the years.

"Talking should be done in appropriate occasions, Jingnian. Before I answer you, I want to ask you again, what is the purpose of all that you have done?" Jing Yuan looked straight into Yannian's eyes.

Yannian answered without hesitation, "To become friends with you."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"I really don't understand you. You were so arrogant and black-hearted before, but now you insist on being friends with me." Jing Yuan looked away and scratched his head in confusion.

Jingnian has definitely changed. The former Jingnian has disappeared without a trace. This is a good start, and Jingyuan feels quite relieved.

The other party has now become a team leader and has a good reputation among other Cloud Riders. I believe that the young man will achieve greater success in the future.

"Okay, we are friends now, Jingnian."

"But I hope you can do what you want to do in the future, and don't always say it's for me or something like that—"

Jing Yuan put his hands on his hips and smiled in front of Yan Nian for the first time. It was like a bright light that dispelled the coldness around him.

Yannian unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, "But I only want this for you."

"Don't say that." Jing Yuan's eyes widened, thinking that Yannian was going to speak directly again, and he stepped forward to cover the boy's mouth.

But the boy's body shook and fell into his arms, looking painful.

"Jingnian, what's wrong with you?"

Jingyuan was caught off guard and shouted in panic.

The snow got heavier, covering the footprints left by the people.