The capital city was covered with flying snow, and the sky and the earth were white.
The prince, Feng Xuanzhao, was dressed in plain white clothes, which had already been dyed dazzling scarlet by the hot blood. He held Su Wanru, who was covered in blood and breathless, tightly in his arms. His knuckles turned white and his breathing was trembling.
Blood foam continued to pour out of the corner of Su Wanru's lips, her seriously injured hand gently touched his face, she used her last bit of strength and whispered:
"Your Highness... I have never regretted falling in love with you."
She used her most vivid eighteen-year-old life to set up a dead end, using her body as bait and her name as a blade to draw all troubles to herself, paving the way for him to ascend to the throne and clearing away his half-life political enemies.
She died in the year when he loved her most, died in the heavy snow, and died in his arms that were within reach but could no longer keep her.
Later, Feng Xuanzhao ascended the throne and became the emperor. He possessed iron-blooded tactics and wielded power over the world, but there was no warmth at all.
He refused to bury her in the ground, and froze her figure with ice, guarding her body day and night that would never wake up again. He used the blood of his heart as a guide and the Forgotten River flower as a matchmaker. Against fate, he knelt in the vastness of heaven and earth, only asking for a ray of residual soul to return for him.
