White clouds drifted by, and a gentle breeze stirred the air. The whole city was still permeated with the fragrance of pear blossoms. Pear blossoms fluttered over several small hills, like tiny, pure spirits dancing through a fairyland, drifting wherever the wind took them.
Turning her gaze to Tianshan, she saw it still blanketed in snow, which never melted year-round.
On the snow-covered mountain stood a massive, cold stone wall, marked with strange patterns. Though the writing on it could no longer be made out, it was easy to see that someone had once carved words there.
"Chu Qingxue, I love you! Even if the snow mountain melts and the blue waters run dry, my devotion will never change!" The proud man's vow seemed to still echo through the valley...
But now, though the world remained, the people had changed...
"Death on the spot if you resist" Well, what you want to write about is that the recalcitrants will be executed on the spot?