Short Story

Sun Wei looked at her figure. Her figure is thin but firm under the wind and snow. He suddenly didn't have the courage to stop her, so he could only see the footprints she left in the snow becoming more and more numerous and farther and farther away. He heard her voice coming from far away. "You have to go eventually, so how can you stay here? If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave is going..." Intention:.