A short story of two people reunited and met again in this life
In the winter of the 15th year of the First Festival, the north wind was strong and the pine branches were covered with snow.
Yin Chen once thought that he would always wander in nothingness, losing all five senses.
I don't know where I came from, I don't know where I'm going
Until he once again smelled the clear frost and snow among the pines, and heard the wind passing through the hall.
Amnesia at the beginning. Don't criticize the characters.
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