Lu Xiaofeng and Colleagues: the Snow Is Still Young in the Twelfth Month

The white clothes and the splendor of her life in her memory were the only realities in her life. However, this reality truly did not exist. My mother often said that she is wearing white clothes, it's not that she doesn't love her, she loves her so much that she can't live without it. She has a name that doesn't belong to the mortal world—Thirteenth Month, a name that doesn't belong to the mortal world. There are only twelve months in a year. Her mother was gone after giving birth to her. She has no name, but has a code name - Thirteen. Her brother named her Thirteen. She didn't know where she started, but she had fallen in love with the white clothes, whether it was when her brother talked about the white clothes when she was a child, or when she worked hard to practice the sword to catch up with the glory of that life, or when she first heard his name. She loved the white clothes and the splendor of her life, but when she came to him, she was timid because her hands were full of flowers from hell.