That year, when we first met under the sycamore tree, Xiao Xueyi got a new name, a name that belonged only to Xiao Qihan.
"Xueyi, my name is Xueyi."
"Although this name is good, I don't like it very much. Let me give you a new name, a name that only belongs to me."
"Xuetong, let's call her Xiao Xuetong."
That day, the snow was blindingly white, but it couldn't stop the young man's picturesque features, which were perfect. One glance for ten thousand years, and he lost his mind from then on.
"Xiao Xuetong, remember, my name is Xiao Qihan."
At this point, the red thread of fate connects the two people, which cannot be forgotten or separated.
Ten years later, we met again under the sycamore tree, Xue Yi holding a sword and approaching Mr. Qi Wu.
"You give me a name, but you can't give me what I want..."
"We have different paths and we don't agree with each other. We are destined not to be together."
Xiao Qihan avoided Xue Yi's sword edge, pulled her into his arms, and kissed Xue Yi's lips fiercely. Their lips and tongues intertwined until the smell of blood spread in his mouth.
"Then as you wish..." Xiao Qihan held Xue Yi's hand tightly and stabbed himself with the sword.
"Ahem..." Xiao Qihan touched the face of the person in front of him, wiped away the tears on Xueyi's face, and put it against her ear. "In this way, you will never forget me, Xiao Xuetong."
We can't change our destiny, but love will transcend everything. Because the one you love is separated by mountains and seas, and all mountains and seas can be leveled.
Motto: Love will conquer all