Snow is falling heavily in the Qingluan Mountains, and the cold wind is blowing in the pine forest.
Wen Zhiyu shrank his neck and put his hands in his sleeves. He kept stamping his feet because of the cold and his nose was red.
"Xie Yunshu! Tell me quickly! When I grow up, can we really hide in the mountains and live a miserable life?"
Xie Yunshu, a young man in white clothes, raised his hand helplessly and flicked a large piece of snow off her head. The snowflakes penetrated along his collar, making the girl shiver violently from the cold.
"This is true. From now on, I will live peacefully in the mountains and fields. I will collect herbs and practice medicine. You will only have to eat, drink and have fun. You will not be bothered by the world."
Wen Zhiyu's eyes lit up and he immediately made the decision: "Deal! It's settled! Whoever regrets it will eat frozen radish next winter!"
Under the plum tree, the two happily settled down for life.
Horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and a golden edict came through the sky, trying to pull her away from the snow-capped mountains.
The good days are coming to an end.
