Clearing the Injustice, A Heart of Inkstone

The first time she saw Zhaoxue,

a fierce wind cut through her, and all she felt was the cold.

The next time she saw Zhaoxue,

she was wrapped in silver, and a plum blossom appeared through the snow.

Beneath one eave, they weathered three winters of snow.

The secret fragrance wound around the blade, knowing its arrival too late.

Theme: Though Zhaoxue's paths diverged, snow fell without a sound, and at last the truth came to light.