Snowflakes like goose feathers were falling, and the entire forest was covered with silver. Before our eyes was a vast expanse of white, which seemed to cover all the filth in the world.
Under the bright moon, his silver hair hangs down naturally like snow, and there is an indigo crescent moon between his forehead. His gilt eyes are emotionless, and are actually a bit colder than the moonlight. Even though his face is expressionless at this time, he is truly unparalleled in beauty and elegance.
[OOC warning ahead! Killing Ling or Killing Her is unknown, a short story, the first time I write a fanfic, I haven't finished the original anime, I even skipped to episode 70, and I have almost forgotten it now, so don't go into details about the plot.
Purpose: Don't dream about things that don't belong to you