She escaped from death in the snowstorm, and her blood was flowing with the lives of her tribe.
She thought she was ruthless, she thought she was unrivaled in intelligence, but she finally lost this battle, seriously.
She wanted to ask him again, how happy is life, how painful is death, how happy is love, and why is hatred painful?
It's a pity that in this life, I don't dare to mention his name again.