"If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a pebble, a pear tree, or a summer insect, but I will never accept this person."
A heavy snowfall at the beginning of summer brought me to this era that I had never heard of. When I opened my eyes, I saw a man with red pupils in front of me. He looked at me with a smile, and the smile dimples at the corners of his mouth were faintly visible. His black hair hung down and hit the corner of my cheek, making my face itch. "Ruixue, you finally Here we come." The man's pleasant voice made me feel dizzy. He caressed my cheek, "I've been waiting for you for twenty years, and it's finally time." I looked at him blankly, not even having the strength to speak. I didn't know whether the days to come would be God's favor or bad luck...