Ling Han is proud of the frost and snow, seeing his beauty in the morning and evening. He is as cold as the wind, she is as noble as the snow. She comes walking on the snow, with picturesque features; he is a handsome boy, and they meet again when they were dancing spoons. She dances in the snow, stunning her years; he is plain-clothed and has white hair, like an immortal relegated from the sky. He is as passionate as the ancients, but ruthless but like a lover.