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In Xue Wan's eyes, the only truly fun thing in the world is her younger sister, Yuko. Before going out, Yuko would always look serious and say she wanted to practice with her.

As for the one in the mountains, well, he's definitely not fun.

Snowfall and snowy nights give me a clearer understanding of myself.

For example, she is the greatest human being in history, she is the darling of this world, and there is no cultivator stronger than her in the past, and probably no one stronger than her in the future.

Therefore, her existence seems rather strange, and a problem naturally arises.

Why would someone like her exist?

There must be a reason, there must be a logic.

So after she traveled all over the world, the place she hadn't been to became the answer, even though it wasn't the answer before.

Her life was there.

Going there will definitely cause problems, no matter what aspect they are, there will definitely be problems.

But she felt it wasn't a big problem; there shouldn't be any problems in this world that she couldn't solve.

So, on a bright and sunny morning, Xuexia chose to walk towards the mountain, facing a gust of wind and carrying a long sword.

The boy had a sullen face and looked aloof.

In short, let's fight first and talk later.

So she put her left hand on the hilt of the knife, grinned, and said, "I've walked a long way, and everyone I met said you're very strong."

"How about it? Want to fight me?"

Yeah, I lost. It was the first time I'd ever lost, and I lost badly. I couldn't fight back at all and was pinned to the ground and punched repeatedly.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt too much, since she had cultivated her body and was quite tough.

As Xue Wan was being relentlessly punched on the head without any resistance, she was thinking about things other than the punches.

For example, this guy is very good at fighting and has super strength, but he's also quite good-looking. It would be nice to take him home and have children with him.

So, with panda eyes, she got up, twisted her waist, and shook her head: "I want to take you as my underling, what do you think?"

I got hit again.

But that's not a problem. A beating is a sign of affection, and emotional communication often comes from physical fights. When she's stronger, she'll be able to stop him from hitting her.

Hehe, pinning Xing Lengdan down and stuff.

Xue Wan easily and effortlessly fell in love with him. After all, in this world, only this born god could understand her occasional thoughts. The two of them were the only two oddballs who had transcended the world.

Even their younger sister, Yuko, is far behind them.

Freaks should always stay together, otherwise they're destined to be lonely.

At first, Xuexia Xuewan thought she had seen her destiny, so she gave him a name.

The wind blows early in the wilderness, and the wind blows through the mountains in the morning.

The wind blows early, the snow falls late—a perfect match.

When the time is right, successfully persuade him to come down the mountain, then get married and fall in love, and then have children.

In fact, she had already thought of a name for the child.

Wind, frost, rain, and snow—let's take the character "frost" from it, and then it will be called Frost Noon.

The morning wind, the evening snow, the midday frost—they're clearly a family.

Was there frost at noon? Of course there was; she could conjure frost with a wave of her hand.

Driven by the grand vision of a loving family, Yukinoshita Yukihime generously moved the entire Yukinoshita family to the foot of the mountain.

He seemed to enjoy turning into stone, discarding his brain, and sinking into a deep slumber in a corner of the mountain.

Snowy Night didn't like this, because if he turned into stone, he would feel a bit cold to the touch. She preferred him when he had body heat, even though she usually only experienced that kind of body heat when she got punched in a fight. But she still liked it.

So, once he turned into stone, Xue Xia Xue Wan kept touching him until he couldn't stand it anymore and turned him back to his original form.

He seemed to have some interest in food, but Xue Xia Xue Wan thought it was because his roasted chicken and fish were so delicious.

That's what geniuses are like; even when it comes to roast chicken or roast fish, she's still the best in the world.

To make the story more interesting, Xuexia Xuewan made two fishing rods out of bamboo from the mountain.

It's nothing, just that he can't catch any fish, so he can only eat what I feed him.

He discovered it, but he didn't say anything, which made Xuexia Xuewan a little happy. The relationship between feeding and being fed is exactly what you want.

Starting in the evening after the snowfall, she went up the mountain to find him every day. Sometimes they would sit side by side by the lake for a whole day. However, she didn't find it boring. After all, staring at him was actually quite interesting. For example, when he was being stared at, he would have some thoughts.

The evidence is that he didn't blink even when I looked at him all day, and his eyelashes didn't even move when the wind blew.

He deliberately maintains a consistent posture, which is quite interesting.

During those days, Xue Xia Xue Wan tried every day to trick him into coming down the mountain.

For a deity who sees no difference wherever he goes, descending a mountain is never simply about walking down; it signifies his willingness to change, and change means everything.

At least, forcing him to give birth on the bed shouldn't be a big problem.

In this kind of life, one day, she fished an empty bamboo tube from the Sanzu River, which was not far from her home.

A very interesting bamboo tube, full of the scent of time, with a certain regularity in its flow.

She studied it for a while and then figured out what it tasted like.

Hmm, it's strange. His scent is on the bamboo tube, something he used, but not now or in the past, it's in the future.

As the snow fell and the night deepened, I forgot what I was feeling when I sent the message into the bamboo tube. Perhaps it was anticipation, perhaps fear, perhaps joy.

At least one thing is certain: he went down the mountain. Only by going down the mountain could he use the Sanzu River to throw this bamboo tube to her, who belonged to the past.

She wrote a sentence on a piece of paper, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, and threw it back into the Sanzu River, waiting for fate to respond.

The sentence is: "When you see this sentence, it means you've descended the mountain."

He really did come down the mountain, and he really did respond.

The only pity was that it wasn't the response she had been waiting for.

Fate did not smile upon her, and her destiny was never to fall in love with him.

She wasn't special; her existence was destined to lead her to part ways with him.

No, perhaps "parting ways" isn't quite accurate.

It should be that life and death are different.

Yes, the only thing in this world that could stop her from going to him and separate them was death.

On the night I received the reply after the snowfall, I sat by the river for a long, long time, so long that the wine I had stored for so long disappeared.

It turns out that her life was simply to meet him, fall in love with him, and then leave him.

Honestly, she looks rather pitiful no matter how you look at it.

After drinking in the snow, he accepted the situation and began to prepare for his future.

She occasionally communicates with the future, speculating about his life. When she learns that he has someone he likes, she deliberately jumps to the heavens and performs a jump ball.

Yes, after all, the world is a ball, so it's a jump ball.

Jump the ball, hit him.

It's one thing if you can't smash it, but you can't not smash it at all; you need to relieve your stress.

She prepared a lot of fish for him, fish that would poison him in the future, but not to death, just to the point that he would be unable to move.

She cooked the fish very well, adding special ingredients to prevent him from refusing to eat it because of his past poisoning.

Then she started writing in her diary and making a bunch of strange things, because in the future, her fishing rod would apparently be inherited by a younger generation, as a gift to her and to make his life more interesting.

She didn't know much about whether it was interesting or not, but she knew that he liked more than one person in the future, and it seemed that he liked a bunch of people, which made her even angrier, and the frequency of her jumping ball gradually increased.

Ultimately, what's wrong with her? Why doesn't she like men with no taste?

With this in mind, she sat down next to him, her eyes filled with malice as she crafted objects aimed at him, glancing at him sideways as she finished.

You can't use it unless you want to get a beating.

Life went on like this, with the daily discussions revolving around whether or not to go down the mountain, playing with the Paluk ball, and occasionally teasing him for not being able to catch any fish, while also grilling chicken and fish for him.

As time went by, he suddenly realized that his younger sister had fallen for him.

Huh?

How did you fall in love with someone without saying a word or even meeting them?

When he went to the lake to confront him, he replied, "Your sister watches the mountain every day."

She knew about the snowfall and the evening snowfall; she knew from the beginning that her younger sister liked to look at the mountains and such.

But, shouldn't you be looking at me? Shouldn't you be looking at me, your older sister? Why are you looking at me?

Liking someone is a strange thing. Sometimes you don't even need to say anything. You just keep looking at someone, and as you look, you start to like them.

Yukino Yukinoshima no longer cared about it. She understood that she would die at some point, probably simply because her human lifespan had come to an end and she was too lazy to live anymore.

As for my younger sister Yuko, let things take their course. If she has feelings for me, then let her live forever. She can easily have him. A thousand years from now, when he comes down from the mountain, winning his affection will be easy.

If you want it, then wait a thousand years.

That's what she thought, and she told her sister the same thing.

Yuko remained silent for a long time before finally stubbornly saying, "If my sister doesn't want it, neither do I."

That silly child didn't understand; it wasn't that he didn't want it, it was that there was no way to have it.

If he wants to maintain the future he desires, he must cease to exist.

Actually, it's not a loss. Apart from him, I am number one in every sense of the word. This is already an unparalleled life. Wanting anything more would be too greedy.

It's a pity, yes, a pity.

He always had a cold and indifferent face, and I waited and tried for a long time but never saw him smile.

He seemed to have learned all sorts of cooking techniques after that, but he had only ever tasted roast chicken and roast fish.

He became very cheerful and even cracked jokes, but when I listened to him speak normally, his tone of voice was completely flat.

He experiences many joys and sorrows, but he can't see them himself.

It wasn't that I wanted to make him sad, I just wanted to see him show more emotion, be more vibrant, not just be quiet all the time, not just sit there like a stone.

That would be too lonely, a dreamless solitude, devoid of any meaning.

The saddest thing is that he doesn't even feel loneliness; he just exists.

Xuexia Xuewan didn't like him like that; she would feel that she hadn't done a good job.

Because she felt safe and secure with him, she wanted to give him the same level of security in return.

Freaks should comfort each other. If you don't get comfort from me, it must be because I haven't done enough.

That's what she thought.

Yuki cast her fishing rod into the Sanzu River, and as she watched the rod slowly sink, she remembered something.

The morning wind and the evening snow, although they correspond, are not quite right.

Because one is in the morning and the other is in the evening.

The timing was off.

The dust has settled in the 282nd chapter.

Looks like we're both having bad luck; we can't talk any more.

It was a pleasure chatting with you.

I'm going to die.

【goodbye】

“You left him with breath and memories, so even if he disperses into human form, he will still remember you someday.” Yukinoshita Yuko placed one hand on the hilt of her sword, looking at the person beside her who was rolling up the paper, her eyes filled with complex emotions. “Sister, what is the meaning of leaving him with the words ‘I am going to die’?”

significance?