It has snowed all night again, and the yard has been deserted for a long time. The plum blossoms in front of the window are blooming particularly beautifully. A long time ago, Qi Hanyue once thought of an old friend. He loved the snowy twelfth lunar month, but it was a pity that he could not accompany him to enjoy the snow...
"Gui Xue, the plum blossoms bloomed all night in front of the window, I miss you..."
Intention: A white-headed promise that the secular world has broken
