Trace the inscription of Chenhua, and keep your sword as your companion. What a lonely life that is.
In windy and snowy years, time is like sand on our fingertips and we cannot grasp it.
Snow is a gift from the passing years, falling silently and making people feel cold.
Why did fate bring us together? We shouldn't have crossed paths.
Why should we know each other and love each other, but then be suspicious of each other until we hate each other?
We are the same kind of people. And forgetting is the heaviest injury.
That real pain was still aching under Xue Ye's touch.
It turns out that we are just travelers. Flying snow and heavy flowers are so close to each other.
Conception: