Perhaps, there is a kind of happiness called rare confusion;
Perhaps, there is a kind of pain called too clear.
She was a floating ghost, falling like a meteor. In an instant, everything was so strange.
Helpless, alone and helpless. Perhaps it was God's mercy or God's teasing, they appeared:
One is the wind and snow in her previous life, the shackles that cannot be broken, destined to the next life.
One is the memory of her past, the scars that cannot be erased and will continue indefinitely.
Look at their fateful entanglements in their past lives and this life, and taste their heart-wrenching helplessness and twists and turns.
The wind and snow are blowing for three times, and the sleeping moon is silent. Let's take a look - "Dream Soul·Three Lives of Snow".