Snow Land Saint Ge

The water shadow at the end of the piano condenses into a spell in the middle of the moon. Only the soul-like flying snow fell to the bottom of the river one after another, flowing into a gorgeous death on the river. Curse's pupils were as deep and dark as a well, and the frown on his brows fell to pieces, turning into hidden wounds at his feet. He stared at me and turned around without leaving a word, leaving behind the sound of his cloak and robe being blown by the wind, like a lost symbol. I saw countless blurred stars throwing down their cold light to form strange formations, and the shadows of flying birds disappeared in the dim sunset, as quiet as death. The hand of the ghost shadow floats low and low throughout the silent sky, kissing the silence. The stars are the bright eyes blown by him, quietly soothing every drop of tear and turning into ice. I can't always blur those snow-kissed eyes and the lonely shadow on the Dugu Stone. The space I remember is surrounded by masses layer by layer, like a blooming flower wrapped in its heart, dying layer by layer. That day at Lijiang'an... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.