The wind and snow that day did not cover her body.
It just seeped into the blood all over her body, and it was cold and biting.
At this time, she could no longer feel any pain, and the only pupil glowing with cold light proved that she was still alive.
There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.
If her heart is really dead, then what else in this world can she miss and be afraid of?
Her pupils began to shrink, and the sky suddenly started to snow.
In Kunlun Mountain, the snow lotus that has been frozen for thousands of years begins to bloom. Facing the wind and snow, left behind and independent.