When I first saw it, the snow dumplings blended into the snowy sky. Fu Jianzhi thought that if this was God's last gift to him, it would be pretty good. When we met again, he was already sitting on the high dragon chair, but the snow dumpling beside him was missing. He thought that if he had the chance to see it again, he would lock her tightly to him and never let her leave again.
Concept: A story about the heroine's one-way redemption of the hero