There are no gods in this world. They are merely two mortals bound together by fate.
Zhou Li was born cool and aloof, a man of few words who kept others at a distance. Deep down, he was stubborn and reserved, and never knew how to love. Yet at first sight, he fell hopelessly for Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning’s life was full of hardship. Caught in the schemes of the world, she endured upheaval and hidden wounds from a young age, struggling through one storm after another. Beneath her gentle exterior lay a heart full of courage.
Fate brought them together, and they became one another’s salvation.
They endured years of drifting through the depths of despair, confessed their feelings on a snowy winter’s day, and made a home together amid the everyday warmth of life.
There were peaceful days filled with warm family portraits in winter, tender companionship from dawn to dusk, and old wounds and quiet endurance hidden in the passing years.
As time flowed on and their black hair turned white, they lived half their lives in peace and half in tenderness, weathering every hardship until it became part of their ordinary days.
“I have only ever been able to love you.”
“I loved you then, I love you now, and I will love you after death.”
In their twilight years, as winter snow fell once more, Jiang Ning peacefully reached the end of her life, passing quietly beside the warm glow of the hearth.
Zhou Li had spent half a lifetime steady and restrained, but he could not bear to remain in this world alone.
They had shared a bed in life and would return together in death. He had watched over her all his life, and in the end chose to sleep forever in her embrace.
Bound by silver rings and witnessed by falling snow, two ordinary people shared a lifetime of devotion, leaning on one another in life and death, never parting through the years.
