The vast expanse of white snow is flying in clumps, scattered on the fiery red. The red was so clean and so fierce. The black hair is like a waterfall, scattered around the waist, dancing lightly in the wind. Willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, red lips and white teeth, a light smile, a beautiful face, but not more than twenty years old. The woman stepped on the snow with her bare feet and looked at the sky.
The place the woman was in was called Qianshang. Why she was here, why she was like this, she didn't know. She always felt that this place was so familiar, as if she was born here, and something held her tightly.