In the winter of the 23rd year of Chengming, it snowed very early in Shangjing.
When Su Wan opened his eyes from the chaos, the severe pain of dove poison burning his internal organs was still in his nose. She sat up suddenly, her thin middle coat soaked with cold sweat, and gasped like a stranded fish. The face of the girl in the mirror was pale and haggard, with the childishness still lingering between her brows and eyes, but those eyes - Su Wan stared at those eyes - contained the soul of a twenty-six-year-old woman, who had experienced deception, betrayal, despair, and finally died alone in the cold palace.
