All of this seemed to have been doomed on that snowy day, all the deception, all the concealment, all the care, everything was sealed in the past by that heavy snow. He stood silently on the edge of the cliff staring at the bottomless abyss. The bright red gauze clothes were covered with snow, which was fluttering and particularly dazzling. With the howling of the wind, Qin Yuan flapped his wings and sighed: "What's there to watch? It's just darkness. Let's go home."
He was stunned for a moment, and a piece of falling snow came unexpectedly, covering his lips with ice and cold. Then he stood up and prepared to go back, but as soon as he took the first step, he turned his toes and stopped. He turned around and looked at Qin Yuan innocently and said, "Where is our home...?"
——You stayed too long, maybe you forgot.
No one spoke anymore, and he looked at the endless snow in the distance.
"Yeah, I forgot."
For thousands of years, although the snow in Zhongshan has not stopped, where did she go?