The cold wind blew the snow off the petals, and the peerless face was looming in the moonlight.
The white clothes are whiter than the snow, the temples are stained with ink, and the seemingly absent plum blossom marks flicker on the forehead, but it is difficult to conceal the loneliness and desolation between the eyebrows.
The petals withered silently behind her, and a faint sigh gently came from the cherry lips.
"If you betray me in this life, what can I do to you? If I betray you in the next life, what can you do to me?"