The snow was so white, but his heart was black, like splashing ink.
Su Xue, Su Xue, I hate you so much, but I can't wait to hold you and pity you. The sad and wandering black eyes draw me into another painful and sweet abyss.
I, Feng Chuxiao, will neither kill you nor let you go, but I will use the emotional games you played that you once enjoyed playing to make you miserable.
The sky in winter is desolate, with patches of snow, white, cold, and emotionless.
Just like his eyes, frozen to three feet.