This is not a feel-good story, and there is no System, transmigration, or rebirth. It is a traditional fantasy tale with a female lead and a slow pace, incorporating some traditional elements.
The brilliance of life lies in its brevity. The beauty of life lies in its vigor. Eternal immortality is the greatest taboo.
Snowflakes drifted down, settling on the figure cloaked in black.
A person in black casually picked up a child less than a year old. The little boy's bare body was red from the cold, and he wailed loudly.
The person in black paid him no mind, mechanically passing him to another figure in black standing behind.
"Is it him?" they asked.
A tiny, soft hand reached out from the arms of the figure in black and gently rested on the boy's head. A green light shone from the little hand.
The light spread from the boy's forehead, gradually covering his whole body. His cold-reddened skin slowly regained its healthy color, and his cries gradually faded into sweet laughter.
After a long while...
The green light on the boy gradually faded, returning to the little hand.
From the arms of the figure in black, behind the little hand, came a child's tender voice.
"Yes, it's him..."
After hearing this, the person in the black cloak wasted no words. "Take him."
Another person in black came up from behind, took the boy in their arms, and wrapped him in their black cloak to shield him from the wind and snow.
The world was terrifyingly quiet. The snow fell heavily, covering every trace of their passing. They disappeared in silence, without making a sound.
The world was terrifyingly quiet as snowflakes drifted down, one after another.
