Lin Tingxue was wearing red clothes on the day she died.
Xiao Mujin bought it for him during his lifetime. He hid it for seven years and never wore it once.
The snow in front of the grave was very heavy, just like the day he was picked up.
As he drank the glass of wine, he was thinking -
Xiao Mujin, I gave you back the name you gave me.
Seven years ago, it was also such a snowy day.
Xiao Mujin picked up a child who was about to freeze to death on the roadside, wrapped him in a cloak and took him home. He named him Lin Tingxue.
Teach him to read, practice swordsmanship, become an official, and teach him to survive in court.
It also taught him to have thoughts he shouldn't have.
Later Xiao Mujin died, a glass of poisonous wine.
Lin Tingxue didn't cry.
He spent seven years poisoning the emperor, washing the court with blood, and helping the young emperor ascend the throne.
Everyone said that Xiao Mujin raised a good brother.
Only Lin Tingxue knows——
He dreams about the snow every night.
I dreamed that Xiao Mujin squatted down and asked him if he was cold.
When he woke up from the dream, he went to kill people.
After finishing the last thing, he put on the red coat.
There is heavy snow in front of the grave.
He closed his eyes.
Snow fell on his eyelashes, just like it had many years ago.
Only this time, no one picked him up again.
Intention: Under the power and conspiracy, a deep love that is sacrificed for one's life, and a return journey that spans life and death.