Introduction to "Snow Spots"
"My sister said that whoever gets the snow spots will win the world, but why did I get the snow spots but lose the world?"
She stood on the splendid roof of Lingxiao Palace, looking at the shining light in the distance that would never perish. At this moment, she suddenly smiled. Vaguely, she seemed to hear Luan'er's gentle whisper, "Xidai, don't be afraid, I will take you away, we are leaving."
She opened her hands and quietly smelled its approaching scent.
"Luan'er, I'm here, let's go home..."
The light that flickers on and off on the chest is the light of snow spots.
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In the snow-stained world, when fate opens its palm and announces the final answer, who can really stand at the top and look down upon everything? They were lovers, relatives, and friends. They loved fiercely, hated madly, entangled, framed, and killed fearlessly, and died coldly and alone. Each life is woven into a dream as gorgeous as blood. When the world is like clouds, and in front of you in a trance, that trace of sincerity remains there for whom?
In the six realms, a thousand years of sight, are you still willing to stop for me?