On the green tiles, the heavy snow weighed down the branches. From a distance, it seemed that cold air was breaking through the skin, until a wisp of cold fragrance came - it turned out to be plum blossoms. What should I do? The snow is so heavy that the plum blossoms are almost broken.
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Zhao Lingyu x Zuo Jiangmei
green plum setting
Short story (completed in four parts)
The arrogant, fierce and powerful lady x the weak, strong and sinful daughter
Intention: In this struggle, although one cannot escape death, one is better.