Yu Han tried to catch every wave of fate, but only got sucked into a deeper whirlpool. She stretched out her hand to reverse the outcome, and things shattered into sharper shapes; she tried to catch the falling person, but her palms were cut to the bone with bloody marks. So she learned not to reach out again - only in the last fire, she used the truth as a blade to cut open the warm nest that her sister had escaped from with her own hands. The moment Huo Lang faced the wound, Li Yuan named her "Yu Han": "There will be no spring in your four seasons from now on."
She literally froze herself into an ice sculpture, sealing the remaining coldness that still hurt and still hoped for warmth in the coffin of the past. Until her brother became the last crack on the ice, she risked all her remaining heat to melt him, only to find that there was no abyss under the crack, only a mirror that reflected all her futility and misjudgments. It turns out that what fate is best at is turning martyrs into jokes and sacrifices into sentimental residue.
Now Yu Han stood in the middle of the ice, with no blood on his chest, but it was so cold that he could hear the soft sound of frost in his heart.
Intention: People who try to warm others end up freezing themselves into ice