Ignoring the wound on his head, he pushed himself up from the bed and tried to run. But just then, a hand suddenly appeared in his line of sight.,Hesitated for two seconds, but ultimately walked back. Grabbed the man's hand, as smooth and jade-like as it was, pulled down the hairpin from his head, and without any hesitation, planted it directly onto his five fingers.,Between breaths, I could still sense the lingering scent of that person. And the taste of the little pork trotters, so delicately icy, like a handful of snow.。