Kunlun has been covered with thousands of years of snow, covering up many unspoken thoughts. She was one of the seventeenth disciples. She wore a plain robe, tied up with black hair, and covered her body with men's clothing. She became the youngest and only female disciple under Mo Yuan. He is the venerated Mo Yuan, who came out of the cold world and is in charge of Kunlun. He is the God of War respected by all the world.
Once a teacher, always a father, this boundary is like the frozen cliff of Kunlun, separating ignorance and restraint. She loved everyone in the world, but she only planted hatred on him - she hated his alienation, hated his "not transgressing the rules", and even more hated her own lovesickness that crossed the line. He protected her, but he was trapped in the word "Master" and let his love turn into a prairie fire in his heart, leaving only ice on his face.
"Have I, Mo Yuan, ever been afraid of human words?" But when human words turned into sharp blades, he finally locked the words "I love you" into the snow of Kunlun. She hated him, but at the time of life and death, she realized that the depth of her hatred was a bone-gnawing concern. This forbidden love that started as master and apprentice and ended in regret has finally become the snow that will never melt in Kunlun for thousands of years, covering each other's fate.
