That year, they parted ways in the pavilion, and he promised her to come back and enjoy the snow in the cold river together. She guarded the lonely lantern and waited for several springs and autumns, her hair stained by frost, but she only waited for the bad news that he had died in the battlefield.
A few years later, she stood alone in Hanjiang dressed in plain clothes, with snow falling on her shoulders, and her lovesickness turned into mourning. As everyone knows, he has not died, but is carrying a blood feud, hiding his name, and living in troubled times.
On the day they reunited, he was already a powerful and cold-faced prince, with a beautiful woman by his side, who crushed her joy into dust.
The snow falls again on Hanjiang River, and the past is all gone. She finally understood that the most painful thing in the world was not the separation between life and death, but the fact that he was living and missing her lifelong lovesickness.
