The Wind and Snow Never Return Home

Zuihuayin I still remember that I was young, the snow was cold and the plum blossoms were proud. The pines and cypresses are dressed in silver, and the window is blank, smiling at Jing Jiaren. The cold moon is frost-free and the autumn water shines, so things in the world are unpredictable. The night is quiet and sleepless, and the music is played upstairs, but the beauty is old. … The world has always been there, and it has never been just about love, hate, and hatred... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.