A promise that was as light as a falling flower that day could make Qianye wait for nearly a thousand years in the snow.
After a thousand years, he finally returned, but he begged her to save the woman he loved.
The thousand-year-old snow on Xueming Mountain melted, but he was only happy for his beloved woman.
I only hope that when I return to the throne of God in the next life, I will never meet you again. ——Qianxie.