The snow finally stopped. On the wooden door of Huangquan Inn, there was an extra silver hairpin. The pearls on the hairpin's head were condensed with dew, which was very similar to Gu Zian's last smile, which was lighter than snow. And in this world, there has been a legend since then - every snowy night, someone hears drama and the smell of wine coming from the Huangquan Inn, but they can no longer see the pale figure leaning on the bamboo couch, turning the pages of "The Book of the Past"...
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