A heavy winter snow buries a cold and desperate person, hatching out her pale and fragile new life.
The maple leaves of mid-autumn were about to cover the streets and courtyards of the ancient city, and the residual heat of the Moon of Fire was slowly evaporating on his body.
This will be a grand and silent farewell. The deceased will have no body and the mourners will not cry.
She is getting closer and closer, crossing the invisible taboo and stepping into the forbidden land of ice and snow.
And he was sleeping there.
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"Everything that exists is an illusion, and what is eternal will eventually be destroyed. Love to me is an immortal desire.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
