(Mainly told from Ping Xie and Wu Xie’s perspectives, with a little of everyone loving Wu Xie. They aren't together; it's all memories.)
He knelt for a hundred years to give me one day in the human world.
Zhang Qiling burned incense before the Bronze Gate for a hundred years.
Outside the gate, Wu Xie built a lopsided snowman.
“Idiot, snowmen melt.”
“But you'll remember what it looked like as it melted.”
Just as you'll remember me.
