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Staring at the crumpled paper, Ye Chuhan was slightly taken aback.

He finally bent down slowly and picked up the crumpled paper, unfolding it before his eyes...

On the snow-white paper, a faint line of ink caught his eye. Ye Chuhan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers tightened, almost tearing the paper apart...

Brother, if this is what you want to see...

If I can resolve the hatred in your heart, I will have no regrets even if I die by your hand!

His chest was instantly pierced by horror!

Ye Chuhan suddenly turned to look at the sleeping Ye Chuxue. He gripped the snow letter tightly, and the scattered light in his eyes trembled uncontrollably, like the broken surface of water.

In the dim light—

Ye Chuxue's face was as pale as snow. For nine years, he had been neither alive nor dead, sleeping like a jade sculpture. His long black hair fell down to his cheeks, and a serene and gentle smile was still on his thin lips.

Ye Chuhan's body seemed to freeze.

He stared at Chuxue's sleeping face, a metallic taste of blood rising in his throat, yet deep within his heart, a crisp cracking sound seemed to echo, as if something heavy was cruelly shattering into pieces, never to be healed again...

I see!

Holding the snow-white letter, Ye Chuhan finally understood—

Nine years ago, Ye Chuxue returned to Tianshan Snow Gate from Jiangnan and willingly died at his hands.

He thought Chu Xue didn't know it was a cup of poisoned wine, but he never expected that Chu Xue knew everything. She saw the hatred in her brother's eyes and felt the resentment in his heart.

He knew that no matter what he said, he could not make his brother let go of the hatred in his heart, because his brother, who had risked his life to return from the desert, would never trust anyone again.

so……

Nineteen-year-old Chu Xue smiled as she drank the poisoned wine in front of her brother, Chu Han…

"You know... I poured you a glass of poison..."

Ye Chuhan clutched the snow-covered note tightly, staring blankly at Chuxue's sleeping face. He reached out his pale hand, trembling, and placed it on his younger brother's peaceful and warm face...

The intense pain consumed his entire being...

In the dim candlelight.

Ye Chuhan stared intently at Chuxue's face, stubbornly holding back the grief that had suddenly overwhelmed her. In her narrow eyes, the light was like ice crystals, unwavering for a moment.

A hoarse, pained voice, like a cold, dull blade, slowly sliced across his frozen heart, "Even knowing I poisoned you, you still drank it, you even smiled as you drank it..."

What an absolute idiot!

Ye Chuhan felt a wave of despair and grief wash over her!

The excruciating pain in that instant was unbearable; my heart was breaking and boiling, yet there was no one to confide in!

The moment the snow-white paper fell silently from his hand, two streams of hot tears silently slid down his handsome, pale face from his narrow, elegant eyes…

We are brothers in this life, and our bond will continue into the next!

Brother, if this is what you want to see...

Ye Chuxue sat on the stone chair, her elegant eyes silently closed, her pale face still serene and warm.

The sleeping First Snow, who was brought to such a state by his own brother with a cup of poisoned wine, still had such a pure and innocent smile on his lips...

he……

I never held a grudge...

Eighteen years ago, in that moonlit desert, when they were surrounded by bandits, when they were starving and freezing, when they all thought they were going to die.

He hugged his twin brother tightly, "Chuxue, are you afraid of dying?"

Chu Xue looked intently at her brother, Chu Han. Beneath his long eyelashes, his eyes were clear as starlight. He had a slightly childish look, but he answered firmly, word by word:

"As long as my brother stays by my side, I'm not afraid of dying!"

The first snow, dormant for nine years, is not alone...

Because his brother Chu Han has returned, everything will be just like during those years of wandering in the desert. His brother has always been by his side, so he won't be afraid or lonely...

I won't be... sad...

Inside the cold, quiet stone house.

Ye Chuhan hugged his twin brother's cold body tightly, just like when he was ten years old, he would hold his thin brother and hide in his father's cloak, warming and keeping each other company...

Life and death, separation and parting, are but a fleeting moment.

Eighteen years later.

Faced with the cruel passage of time that had created such a vast distance, Ye Chuhan, filled with remorse, could finally be so intimate again, embracing her frail younger brother, who was still peacefully smiling even in his sleep, without any reservations, and weeping uncontrollably…