The wind blew all night, and the apricot blossoms were covered with snow.
She was originally an orphan who had lost her country and sold herself to bury her father; but he was an iron-blooded general who guarded the country with his sword.
On the night of the avalanche, he used his remaining fingers to protect her from the murderous intentions in the sky; under thousands of spring lanterns, she embroidered old grievances with bloody threads.
The silver bracelet is half missing, and a strand of red thread cannot seal the gap between life and death.
The mountains are difficult to overcome, who feels sad for those who have lost their way?
In the next life, apricot blossoms will drizzle, I hope you will still remember——
When we first met that year, my spring clothes were thin and my fingertips were warm, it was the human world.
