Siheyuan: The End of the Foul Fowl

The Ending: In the bitter cold of midwinter, icy winds whipped up flurries of snow that stung the skin. A madwoman in a tattered padded coat struggled to stay upright, limping beneath a bridge for shelter. Her hair was as brittle as dead grass, caked with ice. Panting heavily, she slowly brushed it aside, revealing a hideously scarred face. It was Qin Huairu! Trembling, she raised a hand to touch her cheek and burst into heartbroken sobs. With a loud thud, she toppled to the ground and fell silent forever.