Love is like melting

Chapter 1

At the end of December, on the last night, the entire night sky was occupied by heavy snow that was as light as catkins, eloquently and silently embellishing this historic rock city.

Before dawn, Secretary-General Cheng Mu had already arrived at the Presidential Palace. Before entering the President's Office, he hurried towards the back garden.

There is a strange rumor in country M.

It is rumored that there is an unnamed tombstone in the garden of the Presidential Palace of M country. Whenever it snows, the president will sit next to the tombstone for a whole day.

Just in winter, the green leaves in the garden have long withered, and the dry branches are covered with heavy snow. Occasionally, the wind blows, and the thin snow flutters down, which is infinitely poignant.

There is a stone tablet in the center of the garden, which is much taller than ordinary stone tablets. A tall and straight figure stood in front of the stone tablet and brushed off the white snow that fell on the stone tablet with his bare hands, but the stone tablet revealed was smooth, with no words engraved on it.

He was wearing thin trousers and a smoky gray shirt. His slender and tall figure was a unique sight in this cold, windy and snowy day.

No one knew how long he had been standing in the snow, but his black hair had turned silvery white at some point, and his slender fingers were already red from the cold.

There is no smile in the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes at the moment, there is no world, only this cold stone tablet is contained, and the emotions are twisted and twisted in an instant.

Cheng Mu knows that at this time, Your Excellency does not want to be disturbed.You Ji disappeared in the presidential palace for the first time, and everyone panicked, almost turning the presidential palace upside down.

When someone found you here and disturbed you, his eyes were incomparably gloomy and cold, and his cold voice seemed to come from hell: "She hates to see her men panicking."

Afterwards, Cheng Mu never saw the guard in the presidential palace again. Since then, everyone knew that Your Excellency would come to the stele in snowy days, and he must not be disturbed.

"Your Excellency—" Cheng Mu knew that he shouldn't appear at this time, but now he has a reason to appear.

The figure with his back to Cheng Mu didn't respond for a while, as if he had never heard of it, he squatted down and cleaned the bottom of the stone tablet covered by heavy snow with his bare hands.

Cheng Mu's expression was solemn and urgent, but at this moment, he could only suppress all his emotions and stand in the bitter cold wind to wait.

After making sure that there wasn't even a speck of snowflakes on the stele, he got up and turned his body slightly, his gloomy eyes stared at Cheng Mu with dissatisfaction between his brows.

He didn't get angry because he knew that if something urgent hadn't happened, Cheng Mu wouldn't have come to this place at this time.

Cheng Mu walked up to him and turned on the computer in his hand, "Your Excellency, Ling Chen Qianyueying died, and I just received the picture before her death."

Lian Mo took out a handkerchief from his pocket and casually wiped his wet fingertips, his calm eyes fell on the screen, ten seconds later...

As soon as the fingertips were loosened, the gray handkerchief was swept away by the wind, drifting farther and farther away, and his eyes were fixed on the screen for a moment...

Breathing froze for an instant.

On the first day of the new year, the weather was not only bad, it could even be said to be bad.

A night of heavy snow has already dressed the world in silvery white, and looking around, it is full of desolation, but at this moment, snowflakes are floating outside the car window, profusely and endlessly.

Although the snow on the road hadn't had time to be cleared, and the ice and snow hadn't melted yet, the speed of the car was speeding like an arrow, regardless of the danger.

Because this is your order.

Lian Mo leaned against the back of the car, his slender legs overlapped, his eyes closed and his mind rested, his thin lips were pursed tightly, not angry.

The screen played by Cheng Mu flashed in his mind, and the two sword eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

The video picture is not clear, the room is full of mess, the light is dim, the glaring bright red and the scattered corpses are lying on the ground, even through the screen, you can feel the strong breath of death.

(End of this chapter)