The silence in loneliness is like the falling snow, with beauty scattered in desolation.

Wen Zhong closed the window and walked to the bedside. The quilt in the room was a little wet, but it was better to have it than not. It was really uncomfortable for ordinary people to have no charcoal fire. However, Wen Zhong felt it didn't matter. He patted the bed, shook off the mess on the bed, and leaned on the head of the bed, and the quilt was just covered with it.

"It's not bad." Wen Chong couldn't help laughing. He thought about it. He thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that he would survive. Everything was a trivial matter in the face of life and death. He suddenly became much less obscene and knew that what he had done before was too much, so he could understand and tolerate no matter how others treated him.

Wen Chong felt that even if those who were killed by him stab him with a knife now, he would not only not resist, but also smile.

The wet quilt will eventually be heated by body temperature, and the warm feeling is always better than the cold. The wind and snow outside are still the same. The slow and long night allows people to think quietly.

Wen Chong never thought about it alone before. After all, he had too many activities at night, and was full of luxury and colorful. He never felt tired because he was already paralyzed.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a moment. Why didn't I stay quiet for a while before?" Wen Chong's mind flashed many women. He smiled contemptuously. The foreign wine and luxury cars did not stop in his mind. He just felt that it would be great if there was a bottle of white wine to warm his body. Even if he exchanged a bottle of wine worth millions, he would not hesitate.

Wen Chong is not drinking because he is cold, but just wants to drink. The best way to drink is to be drunk but not drunk, so that he can have a good sleep and not think too much.

Sometimes it is really annoying to think too much, but fortunately, he doesn't need to think too much now. He follows the command form, although he is a bit like a puppet, but at least he lives. Maybe one day his sins are redeemed, and there may be a glimmer of hope. But anyway, living is a struggle, and everything else doesn't matter.

"There are footsteps..." Wen Chong's narrowed eyes slightly opened, his muscles tensed on their own, adjusting his posture to prevent danger.

With a creaking sound, the door opened, the wind and snow blew in, and a shadow never stepped in. It was a man in a straw raincoat with a long bow on his back.

He is a hunter, and Wen Zhong is not so wary, because the hunter is the most suspicious of the people passing by here, but he still holds his breath slightly.

Wen Chong saw the black shadow closing the door and snatched it into his arms. Within three seconds, there was a trace of light. The black shadow was snatching the fire.

The black shadow moved forward, the oil lamp on the table was lit, the black shadow took off his straw raincoat and hung it on the wooden wall. When he turned around, he saw Wen Zhong's shadow.

"...Who?" The black shadow did not yell, because he was indeed a hunter, which was a habit he developed. If he met a beast in the wild and was frightened and shouted, he would probably have died long ago, so he was very calm.

"I just wanted to enter the city, but the city gate was closed and it was cold outside, so I found this seemingly deserted place." Wen Chong said softly. He didn't want to make a loud noise to avoid scaring others.

The hunter pressed a dagger in his hand, and was determined to be on guard against others. After seeing Wen Chong clearly, he said, "So that's it, you can get down slowly."

Wen Chong knew that the hunter was afraid that he had hidden something, so he didn't dare to get close to him, and he couldn't blame the hunter. After all, the world was a bit messy, and it would be bad if he was unlucky, and no one could guarantee the hearts of the people.

Wen Chong did as the hunter said, slowly pulled off the quilt wrapped around him, moved him out of bed...

(End of this chapter)
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