In Hunter's sight, a thin figure approached from a distance, and because this world was too white, the red she held in her hand appeared particularly eye-catching.
When Lena got on the car, she first brushed off the snowflakes from her hair.
Then I closed the car door and handed him the folded plum blossom.
Hunter didn't answer, but instead looked at the faint traces of snow on the petals.
Lena thought he was afraid of the cold, so she raised her hand to shake off the snowflakes. However, she heard him ask, "What if this tree has an owner?"
Almost instinctively, she answered, "Take it off for you, and its owner will be you."
Hunter was about to reach out, but upon hearing these words, his hand clenched instantly, and the veins on the back of his hand tightened.
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