When we first met, it was snow falling all over the sky. He was the master who was strategizing and wise and almost demonic. Hiding deep in the palace, he was the prince with unparalleled appearance and hidden intentions in killing. Holding each other hostage for half their lives, each other's only weakness, this life is the origin of
The flying snow is destined to end the cold winter. When the mountains and rivers are settled, there will be no one in the world to appreciate the falling snow.
The early wind brought down heavy snow, which covered the sky and covered the sky. The sky and the earth were pale, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away were wrapped in the boundless cold. Even the vermilion walls of the palace in the distance were dulled by the falling snow, leaving only a dead silence.
The blood all over Xie Yunqing's body had already been soaked into the thin brocade robe, and the warm blood instantly condensed into fine ice particles when it touched the falling snow. He fell heavily onto the three-foot-thick snowfield, and the muffled sound of his bones hitting the snow melted into the howling wind and snow. His limbs no longer had any strength, and his fingertips stretched forward in vain. His eyes were fixed on the thin and tall figure in front of him. Ning Zhiyan was dressed in plain court clothes, his back was straight, his steps never paused for a moment, and he had no intention of looking back from the beginning to the end.
There was such a heavy snowfall for the first time when the young prince first saw the strategizing master, and he fell in love at first glance; now the end is still snowing in the cold winter, and the country has been decided. Years of grudges, love and hate, half-life entanglement, forbearance, and mutual hostility are all buried by layers of this boundless cold snow.
Ning Zhiyan's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the wind and snow, never looking back. The snow fell heavier and heavier, completely covering the lonely and thin figure in the snow. There was no longer a scene of two people admiring the snow side by side in the world. This fate that began in the cold winter was eventually completely buried in the snow and wind, leaving only desolation and coldness.
Please be kind to the new author. This article is a mixture of sweetness and cruelty, and the ending is HE. Dear angel babies, please refrain from making inappropriate remarks, Ky and spoilers, and work together to create a comfortable and friendly reading atmosphere. Meeting each other is fate. May you and I be beautiful forever in each other's eyes.
Intention: The feelings of this article can be summarized in this sentence, "In the end, it was Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of the butterfly, and you are both a gift and a calamity." I just want to write out the stories in my heart so that they can truly leave a mark in my world.