She was a child born without emotional nerves. It is destined that there will be no love, no greed, ignorance, resentment, hatred and hate.
From the day she could remember, she and her mother had been hunted. She huddled quietly in the protective umbrella her mother held for me, watching her mother's figure flying up and down, fighting with a group of men in black.
Her mother would often hold her in distress and say, Wuyan, my poor child will never have love in this life. Mother's long silver hair was flying in the night sky, and her side face looked gentle and charming under the moonlight. She gently pulled on her mother's gauze-like clothes, her eyes ignorant.
She thought she would spend her whole life wandering, escaping, and fighting with her mother.
Until one day, my mother fell in a pool of blood, and the blood underneath her body melted into a large piece of soft snow. Mother is dead.
She stood blankly in the overwhelming white snow, at a loss.
A man with silver-white hair walked up to her and gently touched her cheek. His fingertips were cold. He said, Wuyan, do you want to follow me?