She is dressed in plain white.
Her long dark blue hair was blowing in the wind on a deserted winter day. In a flash, she held an ice-carved lotus in her fair and delicate hands. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
A moon-white ribbon hung from her forehead. There was a ball of snow-white rubbing against my feet. She stared quietly, as the transformed lotus withered in front of the cold marble. She stroked the cold edges in front of her with some melancholy, as if she was missing something tenderly. The next moment, her silent figure disappeared into the cold air. This is the first time they meet. At that time, he had no interest in coming forward to disturb her, but just stared at her from a distance on the tree.
She missed her old eyes. And the ice lotus she left behind. Without the support of the spell, it began to melt gradually. Like tears flowing from her blue eyes.
He looked in the direction where she disappeared. Leaning quietly against the tree. Somehow, he had a feeling. They will still meet again.
At that time, neither of the two people thought about it. In the time to come, they are destined to be entangled.
Note*Original heroine. Plot subversion. Don't like to enter by mistake.