Xuemei
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When I was twenty-three years old, I died, and the mountains were covered with red snowy plum blossoms. My name is Tang Xiaolian, and I am a disciple of the Snow Sword Shrine - I have always insisted on this, even if I am the only one in the world who thinks so. When I was eight years old, I was taken to the Snow Sword Shrine. I remember that my great master wanted to kill me angrily because I was a descendant of the Demon Cult. My master protected me. The master was a man who didn't like to laugh and had many worries. At that time, he was only twenty-three years old. He knelt down and pulled my cloak up for me. It was very cold on the mountain. I smiled as brightly as a flower. He looked at my smile and relaxed his frown: "I'll take you to eat plum blossom cake." I nodded. Master took my hand and we walked into the heavy snow together. Just this holding of hands took away my life.
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