By the time I went back, I didn't see any figure under the snow.

The door of her room was tightly closed, as if she was telling me in a vague way that she didn't want to communicate. I guess the same was true for what she wanted to express. So I didn't make any extra moves, but opened my door directly.

“…It feels like there is a gap.”

Facing the living room that gradually warmed up after pressing the switch, I suddenly felt a little tired, and I was still on the white sofa and looked blankly at the white ceiling.

As the saying goes, comparison can lead to a distinction between high and low. Looking at the bright decorations in the room, I thought that the environment was very bad, and after comparing the quiet and cold style under the snow, I actually felt that it became extremely warm.

Only by comparing other people's sufferings can I feel my own happiness. A sudden feeling of guilt makes my chest feel a little stuffy.

"It's like a scumbag."

Looking at the ceiling without any stains, I sighed a long sigh.

Yukishita Yukino, she doesn't like me.

This incident was confirmed very early, even two years ago when we had no contact with each other.

She hates me.

It's not about the individual, but about my attitude towards survival.

In terms of personality, behavior, and thought, she completely disliked me.

Perhaps, it is more appropriate for me to say that she hates this kind of person.

He was able to escape, but he had the power to break free from the shackles, he knew everything and had expected what was destined to happen, but there was no change. He just watched silently from the side, waiting for things to happen.

He did nothing, did nothing. He just turned with the waves, and the walking corpse, like an empty shell, had no thoughts and wills of his own. The burnt body was undoubtedly abominable and shameful in her eyes. Because that was something she wanted but could not get.

She undoubtedly hated me, just like she hated herself, hated my thoughts, hated my actions, hated everything about me.

And my thoughts are exactly the same as Xue Zhixia.

I hate her.

She clearly has superior family conditions and the road ahead, and has clearly had such perfect things, but she has blocked her sixteen years of life for some vague and vague things. She regards her life as a plan, a product, and a prop for counterattack.

I hate this. I hate this anyway. I am myself, and my own things are my own things. If anyone wants to control my life and change my original intention, I will never surrender even at the cost of my life. I don’t like to see my own life become a servant of other people’s counterattack, a servant of some kind of will.

We are both sides of the city inside and outside the city. People outside the city envy people inside and outside the city envy people outside the city. Two pathological emotions are intertwined to form a contradictory spiral.

But that was just the first idea.

In half a year, we spend most of the time together at the front and back tables. Moreover, due to our personality, we have much more quarrels than ordinary people. Moreover, we are the same club and the same operating target, with hostility as a shield, and no matter what malice is, we can vent it most easily.

Half a year passed, and even if you keep a dog, you will have feelings for each other. What's more, a few people get along day and night, chat and quarrel when they have nothing to do, and their feelings for each other are much stronger.

This kind of relationship is not love or family affection, but a secret friendship.

All three of us knew this very well.

In order for us to dare to break up with our former friends, Yukihama will secretly maintain the face of the snow by smearing myself. And even under the snow with a heart like ice crystal, as Shizuka Hiratsuka said, I will maintain my balance through subtle means.

We have known this kind of thing for a long time. But generally speaking, there is a secret love between men and women that is not something that can’t be said except love? And we are not the kind of person who dares to act and stand up and pats his chest and says, “I don’t care about gender.” So the relationship between us becomes very subtle.

We are sure that we are familiar with each other, but we do not know each other's thoughts. We have never talked about the future like friends, but we are protecting each other like friends.

For me, for Yuhihama, it was tacit because of the communications.

But this kind of communication has not happened at once with the snow.

Just as we don’t understand what Xue Yukishi’s thoughts, Xue Yukishi doesn’t understand what we think. Just like three people in the maze, Yukihama and I have already gotten together, but what did Xue Yukishi on the other end of the maze think?

This is not like or hate, it is just a simple atmosphere of being together. It is just a simple love to communicate with others and talk with a smile.

After realizing my own changes, I felt an extreme distortion towards me, my own hatred, and the leisure of life. And under the confession of that catalyst and the male student, combined with the aftermath of the summer vacation, I completely detonated this bomb, which was not a bomb.

"After all, I'm just a girl. I'm already broken by living in such a cold environment every day and maintaining such a decisive look..."

Looking at the unchanging ceiling, I sighed.

Although he is an iceberg goddess, the difficulty of the strategy is surprisingly low.

If I were the kind of warm man who sacrificed myself to fulfill my beauty, I would probably be able to take advantage of the situation and make a strategy? But I still like myself alone. (Laughs)

"Okay, I'll be the evil one. Let me see what Yango's phone number is." After adjusting my sitting position to make myself lying more comfortable, I took out my cell phone from my pocket and searched for Yango's phone number.

But just as I was searching for the phone book, my phone suddenly rang.

“…under the snow?”

Looking at the caller ID, I raised my eyebrows unexpectedly.

Why are she still calling at this time? Shouldn’t she adjust her mentality?

But since she called her, there must be some reason for her. I am not in a hurry at this moment, so it doesn't matter if I listen.

With such an optional mentality, I lay on the sofa and pressed the answer button.

"Hey? Is it under the snow?"
Chapter completed!