The wind in the snow country carries fine ice crystals all year round, blowing at the shrine standing on the top of the snow-capped mountains. The vermilion torii gates form a sharp contrast with the pure white snow, like the purest and coldest stroke between heaven and earth.
He Ying knelt on the futon deep in the temple, his whole body filled with light sandalwood. His long, snow-white hair was like the pouring moonlight, spread out on the cold wooden floor. A few strands of hair fell down his shoulders, making his skin clear and unlike a mortal. Those clear eyes stared quietly at the green smoke rising from the incense burner, seeming to interpret the divine meaning contained in it. He is seventeen this year and has spent sixteen spring and autumn years in the shrine. He was raised by the commander and respected by the believers, but he always felt that there was an invisible veil separating him from this world.
"Lord Heying." A priest reported softly outside the door, "A visitor has arrived from afar, claiming to be from the Mozaki family, and wants to pay a visit to the Commander-in-Chief."
He Ying's eyelashes twitched slightly, Mo Qi... This surname caused a very faint, familiar ripple to appear in his silent heart. He stood up slowly, the sleeves of his wide priest uniform brushing the ground, and walked out silently.
In the reception hall of the shrine, the atmosphere is not as peaceful as that of the shrine.
Purpose: Youth Literature