In late winter, the pine plains in the north are shrouded in a vast expanse of snow. The heavy snow that flew all over the sky last night has been diluted into ice crystals flying down in the morning light of the rising sun. Along with the light mist, the ice flowers got into the hair of the returning travelers. He was a young man as light and agile as a snow-crowded man. His broad but thin light azure robe almost blended into the pine forest in the snow. His black hair glowed with a faint golden color in the morning light. His face, which was slightly red from the cold, was half-covered by a gauze that blocked the wind and snow.
Ling Heng didn't know that this young man traveling around the world would stop beside him.
Concept: Love is the most unreal thing in the world, but it exists in everyone's heart