The sky is as clear as Xian, and the clearness is as clear as Qiong. She named it Xuening.
She thought: Love is like the thick white snow, covering the vast sky and the earth, covering the eyes, and not allowing a grain of sand to be beautiful!
You can touch it, smell it, the eternal scenery, and the intoxicating breath.
However, with the passage of time, even the purest love melts away;
All that was left was a pool of heartbroken tears, washing away the worthless promises.