The hoofs of the horses are broken by the frost and the wind passes by, and the green mountains are steep and the jade slopes are horizontal. In front of him, there was another piece of white silk. She stared deeply at it. It was so white, like winter snow that had not been stained with a trace of dust. At the end of the year, it covered everything that had been exaggerated by the world, making people feel quiet and ethereal. The gorgeous makeup and clothes she wore made the surrounding landscape fade. She picked up the three feet of white silk with her bare hands. She had a slight smile on her face and gently closed her eyes. This hatred and desire that has haunted two lives has finally come to an end...