The faint embers of the cold furnace warm the remaining soul, and the years of hard work on the dusty steps wear away.
The old vows are sealed on the ice, and the smoke is protected with tears hidden in the heart.
Thousands of jade scrolls bind the immortal bones, and an inch of soft intestine passes away.
Don't be afraid that your Majesty has no warmth, and secretly moves the stars to drive away the malaise.
Purpose: Fun story