The vast earth is about to move, and the great wheel of destiny is slowly moving forward, igniting the flames of war.
"My name is Xie Hongyue." The girl with a deserted silhouette by the lotus pond said that year.
"I finally returned to your hometown, the place with snow and red plums." After crossing the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, she could finally lie down in the place he had mentioned.
The heavy snow fell, engulfing her body and turning her into a puppet... The purple in her eyes gradually faded, but the corners of the wood-cut mouth rose into a warm arc.