He, standing in the distant clouds, bent down to look at her; she, condescending to the bone-chilling snow, raised her head and looked at him...
Their eyes met - his eyes were cold, without love or hatred; the same was true for her.
The sound of Qingyu Qin suddenly sounded, and several thunders struck her. Body pain accompanied by heartache, all memories were withdrawn from her mind again and again; the memory began to blur, she began to struggle, and began to use her internal strength to resist, but in the end it was in vain...