In Ximan's empty memory, there is always the beautiful and fantastic snow in paradise. It is a kind of flower that exudes a faint lavender halo. It blooms on the top of the most prosperous Holy City. The breeze will always unintentionally disturb large tracts of heavenly snow falling.
Ximan stretched out his hand to push away the purple and white petals of Tianxue, but the harder he tried, the blurry his vision became.
He was eager to find something, and the pounding emotions in his heart were about to come out, but he didn't know why he had such emotions?
And what is he eager to find?
It seems that as long as you push aside the rolling sea of flowers in front of you, you can see a figure that is deeply rooted in the bones. That figure always reveals an indescribable loneliness, like a surging black whirlpool.
He knew that the owner of this figure had traveled through thousands of years and had been waiting for him there.
Just for another reunion, another collision, and another love...