If you and I were both cold and heartless, would we still be able to hug each other and keep warm in the heavy snow? I think we held each other in our arms, tortured each other, were so cold that our skin and bones were glued together and could not be separated, and finally died in the same coffin - not bad.
For a year, Xue Huaishan was tortured by dreams. In his dreams, he always saw an ancient house with an amber on the study desk. He always felt indescribably familiar, as if he was possessed by a demon. He was frantically looking for this place.
Until later, he saw an inconspicuous photo in an old newspaper - a corner of the courtyard looked particularly familiar.
"White Carp Town."
Xue Huaishan muttered the place names in the newspaper and searched all the way.
In this ancient town, he met Nansongli, and he couldn't tell which day they spent time together. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have different feelings for this ruthless teahouse owner.