Demon Slayer: Lone Plum Steps on the Snow

Non-travelling, local, no official match, friendly apologies to OOC All members of the column are alive, there are some funny parts, it is purely for love. Because I have saved some people, such as Purgatory Rinhuo, Qiantu, etc., Some characters' personalities will change, trying not to be too OOC. Also, the author can only guarantee that Xia Xia can save them. As for psychological counseling, I'll leave it to Tanzi. Let's start with a character description The snow is endless, and the cold wind is blowing the broken snow. Only one proud plum tree stands upright in the vast white sky, and the red plum trees on the branches seem to be burning with a weak fire. The man stood under the plum blossoms. His figure was so thin that he could be blown over by a gust of wind. His face was as pale as rice paper, which made the strands of silver in his dark hair even more dazzling, like unmelted frost. The gray eyes were blank and lacked focus, as if they were filled with a barren snowfield, unable to reflect the beauty of the red plums or the whiteness of the snow. The Demon Slayer uniform on his body was stained with some snow particles, and a wide bandage was wrapped from his neck to his wrists, covering up the scars underneath in layers. Some dark marks were faintly revealed on the edges of the bandages, whether they were old scars or new injuries. She just stood there quietly, her shoulders slightly drooped, her expression as desolate as a broken leaf forgotten by the world, forming a broken and lonely contrast with the proud figure behind her. The wind and snow passed by, leaving only a silent depression.