Bodies everywhere, no remains left
"Chen Yizhou, are you willing?"
"My heart longs for it"
The snow that year bent the pine branches, and the wind knocked them down. Chen Yizhou could no longer take off the red clothes, nor the silk that blocked the filth.
"Yanyan..."
"Master, I really want to see your eyes"
There won't be that day, never, ever...
Concept: Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat