"Miss Huan, have you ever heard of a saying, pure joy is like snow.
I don't know if it was a play or a fabrication. That year, Mu Mou's army was defeated, and the words "escape" came to Mu Mou's ears from a dilapidated red-walled pavilion courtyard, and he has never forgotten it. "
"I have no regrets in my life, but I do regret that I did not meet her in peace and prosperity, regret that Nuo Er Chi was not prosperous, and regret that the grave where her bones were buried is not in Jingli."
In his remarkable half-life, where he had both honor and disgrace, success and failure, he once had a beautiful thought of pure joy like snow.
The official is clear and happy, and the happiness is as clear as snow.