The first snowfall in Chang'an City came in complete silence, accompanied by the fragrance of fallen plum blossoms. Covering all the noise and glitz.
"You promised me that when the snow first fell, you would travel around the world with me, but you finally broke your promise." She stroked the snowflakes in the sky, and all she got was endless coldness.
From then on, no one would hand her a handkerchief when she cried her heart out, no one would feel sorry for her when she was covered in scars, and no one would complain about her happiness. She will be alone in the bottomless abyss, watching the fireworks of others' prosperity, while she herself will experience the purgatory of crying and pretending to be happy.
Concept: All the things in the world buried by the first snow