The feather's breath murmurs and the sound of the flute rises,
Falling into the water, there are no lingering shadows.
The evil wind cannot understand the meaning of the clear cloud,
Smiling gracefully and walking in snowy clothes.
That year, outside the Qing Xiao Forest, the wind and snow were falling, and silver snakes were dancing on the mountains. She was like a wounded lone wolf, with a defiant and sad light in her eyes, standing quietly on the top of Broken String Cliff. A veil of snow-like gauze moved in the wind, and her clothes fluttered as gracefully as a startled giant. However, just as she was about to jump into the abyss------a faint scent of orchids floated over, and a slender hand with distinct joints held her wrist tightly...
He said: "This time, I will not let go of your hand."
What seems to be a chance encounter is really a coincidence or a confusing entanglement...