The heavy snow is still falling all over the sky and has been falling all day and night. The sky and the earth look white and sacred. Ke Xuan gently places a bouquet of golden daisies in front of Dai Yan's grave. There is no expression on her pale face. "Yan, please talk to me.", Her hair The silk fluttered up and down in the cold wind, covering her red, swollen and dazed eyes, "You said you were waiting for me to come back, but your words don't count. Why are you always like this?" Ke Xuan bent the corner of her mouth, and a snowflake fell gently on her lips, like a white plum blossom in full bloom.
The story also starts from the beginning of a hot summer day.