A hundred years ago, a human and a demon fell in love, and a fire burned everything;
A hundred years later, she returned to her old home and met another person.
The man had a smile on his face and played with her in the valley.
He told her, "Spruce, you're on your own."
She couldn't understand it because she had forgotten it.
Forget the persistence of the past life, forget the waiting in the next life.
She did not die in the demon-slaying formation of her former lover, but he died in the hands of his former subordinates.
He said: "Go home and wait for me. When you and I met, I will rush back on a snowy night when the first snow falls in winter..."
So, she waited quietly under the window coffin,
That person may never come back again, maybe he will come back tomorrow...