There was crystal snow floating outside the window edge. Yurou opened the carved window and sat on the window frame. The snowflakes flew against her fair face, like thousands of knives digging into her face. She shed tears. Maybe the pain was too deep and she should leave, but she still sat there and stared at the snow blankly. A ghostly pale voice appeared in the sky, shaking Yurou's head. She refused to listen to the voice, but the voice never let go of her. It wasn't until she gave up her persistence that the voice miraculously disappeared, because Yurou heard all his arrangements. She was going to hurt the man she had been entangled with forever.