Whose Fingertips Have Moss Turning into Frost?

That year, fate pulled many people together. That year coincided with troubled times. That year, he lost his country, he abandoned his beauty, and he suddenly had nothing in the humiliation. That year, she suddenly gained something. Amidst the dust and smoke of the troubled world, she caught a glimpse of the truth of the vast world in the drizzle. That year, the world suddenly went into chaos, maybe because of her, or maybe she started from the troubled times. The smoke and dust of the past floated in front of her eyes, and the moment the last roar of the Warcraft disappeared around the corner of Yushan, she knew that the only corner of her heart was hollowed out in an instant. That year, her once-flowery face was gradually destroyed by smoke and dust amid his uncertainty, leaving only the remaining traces of the flute sound flowing in the vast sea of ​​people. The moss turned into frost on his fingertips, dotting the desolation, but could no longer be found. That year is the past of that life. It will never come back, never look back. The past, let it pass. There is always new history and new people to create prosperity. Conception: