Another year, winter solstice.
The king died, a new king was established, and the world was amnesty.
On this day, the moment the heavy vermilion door creaked and was pushed open, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky. And she, carrying her burden, was finally leaving the place where she had been imprisoned for too long.
She looked up, and in a trance, she saw him standing with his piano in his arms amidst the falling snow. He was still as handsome as before, with white clothes and green hair, and picturesque features. A gust of north wind blew by, and she shivered, laughing that she was no longer as innocent as before, so why was she still so stupid.
Conception:
Three Dynasties Book
Charming Eyes
Pingjiang Story