It snowed in Chang'an for three days and three nights, dyeing the imperial city a pure white. I huddled in the corner of the ruined temple, the charcoal fire in the stove was almost extinguished, and the scars on my face ached in the cold air.
"The gods come to the world, and the six kingdoms return to their hearts" - this saying is spread in the streets and alleys. It is said that the Qin Tian Jian watched the sky at night and calculated that the chaos was about to end, all because the "most beautiful woman in the world" was about to appear. I took a photo of the frozen water tank, and half of it was criss-crossed with scars, like dead wood that had been gnawed by wild dogs.
Tsk, so beautiful? I'm afraid I'm not blind.
