Shuyi walked in the white plum forest where she had stayed for hundreds of years, for no other reason than to pass the time.
Although her hair rope had turned into powder hundreds of years ago, her hair has never been messed up in these hundreds of years, and it is still as soft as it was then. Like her hair, her face still looks like she was eighteen years old, but her eyes are no longer the gentle and brave they once were, but have become a pair of directionless eyes, just like her directionless life.
I can no longer remember how many winters this was. There was heavy snowfall, all falling on the white plum trees. She couldn't help but think of the sentence "Meixue is as white as snow, but the snow is less fragrant than plum blossoms." She smiled slightly, and she would smile every time she thought of this sentence, because it was something she would never forget no matter how many years passed! Because she once recited poems with her beloved on the Bai Ling Sacred Platform, that was perhaps the only happiness in this weak woman's life. She will therefore feel that the piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting she has been learning are all worthwhile, and she is learning those things for his appearance. So she kept learning. Gradually, she became the woman that all the men in the world dreamed of getting, but there was only one person in the world who was her favorite. He doesn't like her!