The so-called great love in the world is just her turning into snow, waiting for all things to revive after the snow melts; the so-called small love in the world is just him dancing with a sword, waiting for her peach blossoms to bloom when she turns back.
She is a god who has inherited the bloodline of Nuwa. She thinks that she is born from all things and is born for all things; she thinks that she shoulders the common people and the world on her shoulders; she thinks that the sufferings in the world require her to save and support her. In her heart, she cares about the world but she just ignores him...
The little apprentice who always loved to laugh was already taller than her; the little guy who was always behind her had protected her behind him. The Snow Goddess Temple was no longer a one-person affair, and the quiet Mei Jian had one more person's laughter. Her ice-like heart had quietly melted without knowing when. In the end, she realized that he was the only one she wanted to shoulder. She couldn't even save herself, and she even wanted to save the common people. "Then Chen'er, if I could do it all over again, would it be okay if I chased you instead?"
"Xiao Meng'er turned her back on the world, but Xiao Zichen still stayed by her side... But as for me... Master, you forced me to get to where I am today, and you forced me to do so!"
"You have always blamed Sister Xue for being ruthless, but Xiao Chen'er, you have never understood Sister Xue. You are the one who is ruthless."
"Master, Chen'er will be good. Can you please don't leave me alone? Don't leave me."
"This sword is very spiritual. It should be an ancient artifact. Since you are destined to it, give it a name..."
"Disgusted."