There was a young king on the island of Dryland. The neglect of the old king and the early death of his mother caused him to have an extremely withdrawn character.
The king looked at the loneliness and desolation in the snowy night as usual. Unfortunately, the witch's embrace came first before the cold wind.
Hostile, the king watched silently as the witch viewed his palace and asked her: "Why did you break into the castle?"
"Because I want to make the greatest potion in the world," the witch smiled, her smile as warm as her embrace, "and this requires the heart of a king."
King: "..."
As expected, the king drove away the witch.
But almost every snow-covered night, the witch would crawl to the king's window and tell stories of the past.
Under the illumination of the fire, the witch's dark eyelashes left a shadow, and the gentle noise soothed the king's wrinkled heart. Unconsciously, there was always a most comfortable chair beside the fireplace.
But when the king was really willing to give his heart to the witch, the witch found that the king fell in love with her.
The witch's hand touched the king's hot chest, and she wondered whether a heart that fell in love could still make a potion.
The dagger pressed against her heart was hesitant. The witch was a little afraid of the king's affectionate eyes and fled in a hurry.
The acquaintance in winter is like a pure and beautiful dream.
The witch returned to her tree house in the forest and waited for time to completely forget the king.
Spring leaves quietly, and hot summer arrives as promised.
The scorching sun could not penetrate the dense branches and leaves. Under the green shade, the witch returning from collecting medicine saw the king again.
Yu Han closed the storybook and let out a sigh of relief as if he had completed an important task: "I'm done telling you, go to sleep."
Cui Zichao: "?"
Cui Zichao frowned and asked, "There's no ending?"
Yu Han shrugged: "OE, whatever ending you think is the ending."
Cui Zichao wanted to say something more, but Yu Han quickly took the quilt and covered Cui Zichao's face.
Yu Han: "Go to sleep, Cui Zichao, why didn't I realize you were so childish before? You stayed up late at night and kept pestering me to tell stories."
Cui Zichao's face was half hidden in the soft snow-white quilt, and his peach blossom eyes looked at Yu Han pitifully: "This is the first day of the honeymoon..."
Yu Han: "..."
(Actually, Cui Zichao has always been a magic pill in Yu Han's eyes)
Concept: Sunflowers in winter, snow crystal flowers in hot summer