That year, there was a large snowfall in Zhong Mou.
Zhao An Yang made a snowman in the back garden of the Luo Manor, with eyes covered with a black cloth.
"Yi, you made yourself!" Luo Qing Chen came out of the room and looked at this cute snowman, causing a wide smile to appear on her lips.
Zhao An Yang saw that she came out without a coat and his eyes slightly knit. He walked into the room and brought out a large red cloak.
Luo Qing Chen stood went around the snowman twice, revealing a foolish smile.
"Don't catch a cold." He put the cloak around her and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Is it like me?" He saw that she kept looking at the snowman without speaking, so he asked this with a smile.
Luo Qing Chen thought about it. She touched the snowman's face and felt the cold snow melting in her hands.
She said with a faint smile, "It's a bit fat."
"Is that so?" Zhao An Yang looked at himself and gave a self deprecating laugh, "It seems to be around the same now......"
"Right, you're quite fat." Luo Qing Chen looked at him with a sweet smile.
They traveled the world during these past few years, seeing thousands of miles, traveling to the ends of the world.
Other than eating, they were playing. Zhao An Yang's stomach could be considered a wide circle.
"Madame, this is abandoning me." Her clear as water eyes were the same as before.
It was like the years didn't leave a single trace on her.
"How could that be, you're the one abandoning me!" Luo Qing Chen pouted her lips and pointed at the snowman as she said, "You only made yourself, you didn't make me!"
"It's snowing, I'm afraid you'll be cold." Zhao An Yang put her little hand in his palm.
Soft and warm......
"Nonsense, you're just not willing to make me one!" Luo Qing Chen gave a soft snort before rolling up two snowballs to make a snowman. She placed the large red cloak over the snowman and looked at him with a smile as she said, "Is it like me?"
"Too fat, Qing'er is prettier." Zhao An Yang took the cloak off the snowman and placed it back on her before taking off his cloak to place over the snowman.
He looked at the snowman and he couldn't help revealing a faint smile, "If I had a prominent status when I met you in the past, the me of that time would have been able to place a cloak over Qing'er!"
Luo Qing Chen was stunned, only revealing a smile after a while, "You really are a fool. No matter what status you have, I will still like you. Nothing can ever change that."
"Good Qing'er." He gently held her waist and let her head lean against his chest. He looked back at the snowman Luo Qing Chen made with a smile and said, "Letting me put it on today is not too late."
She looked at the silly snowman she made with Zhao An Yang's cloak over it and looked at the snowman without any clothes, suddenly feeling a wave of emotions coming over her heart.
This scene was just like them in the past.
"Zhao An Yang." She slightly looked up to stare at his handsome face as she said his name."
"Un?" He looked down at her.
She had a faint smile as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips before saying, "I love you."
Zhao An Yang pulled her into his embrace and leaned in to say in a voice as beautiful as flowing water, "I also love you for all eternity."
After saying this, he carried her into the room.
The snow blew outside the window and the two snowman silently stood there in the snow, just like the past.
Zhao An Yang lived to sixty years old in this life, which was a very good number in this ancient era.
Luo Qing Chen always stayed by his side, all the way until the flower fell. The moment of his death, his eyes were still as beautiful as ever.
"Qing'er, I'm this useless. I'm leaving before you, I need you to bear the pain of separating." Zhao An Yang laid in her embrace as the corner of his eyes were filled with tears.
"You fool, we will still meet in the afterlife. We've already said it, we'll be together for eternity, never separating." Luo Qing Chen's were already red. She was unwilling, but that was no use.
The system already told her this morning that Zhao An Yang's life would end today.
If the King of Hell wanted someone dead, who dared to stay.
It was still good. The pain of separation, she would bear it.
"Un......Qing'er......" His breathing became weaker as he repeated her name again and again.
"I'm here, I'm here......" She hugged him as tears kept flowing from her eyes.
"I......I......Love......Love you." He closed his eyes and said his final words.
"I do too." She hugged him as her consciousness gradually faded.
If you were always here, I would always love you.