When she was seventeen years old, Fang Zhanyue entered the capital with her sword, just to protect her brother Chang'an.
Xia Xulang, the king of Ding who guarded the northern border, returned. He had been silent for ten years and his heart was locked tightly.
A distant glance on the hillside of Youzhou, looking back at the stone steps of Baiqiong Temple, stepping on the moon and throwing swords in the alley on a rainy night. It was only after they met three times that they could truly see each other clearly.
He learned to talk about love for her, and she braved the northern wind and snow alone for him.
He said: "I see that all living things are grass and trees, but you are my green mountain."
She said: "I will follow you wherever you go."
From the snow falling on the isolated mountain to the begonias all over the city, from the joy in the world to the undercurrent in the court, two people who once walked alone finally found each other's destination.
Sword and snow, spring and winter, all turned into an ordinary day with friendly lights where they stood side by side.
She protected him all his life, and he waited for her all his life.
The wind and snow in this life are just to come to your side.
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