When I was seven years old, I picked up a girl.
Her name is Bingqing, she is as cold as ice that cannot be melted, her martial spirit is the ultimate ice phoenix, and there is a terrible secret locked inside her body.
The whole village died because of her, but she couldn't even cry.
It's okay, I'll teach her.
I held her hand and warmed it little by little.
Later, she finally learned to smile, and she also learned to smile only at me.
They all said she was a monster.
But only I know that she is willing to be my sheath.
——Ning Rongrong
Intention: Hee