Snow Vine.
A vine that relies on the blood and bones of hatred.
A little resentment rooted in its new life, and then absorbed all the warmth bit by bit. . . All the temperatures of love and hate are as cold as snow and cannot be entangled. . .
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Link: Prosperity is like a dream (Qing Chuan)
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