I Send Word to the World, My Hair White with Snow

Yan Qingci loves watching snow, especially heavy snow that blankets everything in a grand, sweeping storm.

The first snowfall in Shangjing City came with howling winds and swirling flakes. Through the vast curtain of snow, a young man in black slowly approached. The wind stopped as he came, and the falling snow dusted his dark hair white. In a daze, it felt as though they had crossed into another lifetime.

That snowfall settled in Yan Qingci's heart.

"Why do you love watching snow so much?"

"Because the first time I met him, the snow was falling heavily. Ever since then, every snowfall I've seen has been him."

Being left dead in the wilderness was the fate Mu Yunze had long accepted for herself.

But as luck would have it, the snow was beautiful that day. Their eyes met, and she smiled brightly. With that, dead wood bloomed again, and new shoots sprang from grass and willow. Her long-dead heart began to beat wildly, like fireworks swept up by the wind, spreading for miles and setting the mountains ablaze.

"For me, A Ci is the sun, the hanging moon, the light of day, and a god. They are the one I would love even if I had to abandon all defenses and disregard my own life."

The moment of parting from someone you love usually isn't what makes you grieve. What truly breaks your heart is the cup of tea gone cold, the unfinished painting, and the snowfall you never got to watch with them.

"My only regret in this life is that I still haven't seen someone I long to see."

"Are you sure you haven't seen them in your heart?"

Then, through snowfall after world-shaking snowfall, let us defy convention, break free of our shackles, silence the rumors, desecrate the gods, and love with all our hearts.

Theme: You lie buried beneath the earth, your bones turned to dust; I remain in this world, my hair covered in snow