The Cool Breeze in March Is Bone-Chilling

In the clear breeze of the twelfth lunar month, there is a bright moon. The cold hands are carving the clouds and cutting the moon. The pendant is swinging and swinging to reach for the stars. I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will never be separated. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.