That year, it snowed in Chang'an for a long, long time, and all the flowering periods were missed. Only the sea-like plum groves in the ruins of Qingfu were left, blooming in so many colors. The blood-like color makes it impossible for anyone who has seen it to forget it.
He knew that the inner courtyard of the palace was as deep as the sea, so he listened to his mother and refused to touch anything related to the temple. However, he also knew that one day all the words of that man who looked like a fairy would come true.
What he didn't know was that the man who influenced his life after he became famous would sigh inaudibly and whisper a name that had become taboo every time he passed by the ruins of [Qingfu].
That year, however, it was frosty and snowy.
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