Snowfall and Pomelo Fragrance

There are ten thousand ways to fall in love, and just as many reasons to part.

Winter’s final song, the wind bitterly cold. Perhaps it had been a long time since she had seen such heavy snow. Sky and earth had merged into one, a flawless, pristine white just as she had wanted. A woman in red wandered through the silver world. Like a flower amid the swirling snow, she was radiant and alluring.

The trees were laden with silver blossoms. She stood in the falling snow, smiling with the same warmth as ever, waiting for her beloved to return in all his heroic splendor. But the distance remained vast and silent.

“Xu Mucheng, have you truly never regretted it?”