Yet this brief warmth quickly faded, and his body was gradually covered by snowflakes, sealing him layer by layer inside an iceberg.
His face slowly grew rigid, and his breathing slowed. As he stood on the brink of death, the image of Xiao Liúshǎng's adorable, innocent smiling face arose in his mind. It was that same courtyard where they had happily flown kites together. Clinging to this fantasy, he cherished the memory.
Soon, Ming Xuan's heartbeat also came to a stop, and the azure glow surrounding him slowly vanished, turning him into a cold statue.
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