The setting sun is like blood.
The red plum blossoms are falling all over the ground. Mixed with the fresh and cruel smell of blood, it blooms above the white snow. The redness that almost burns people's eyes becomes darker and darker, frozen in this ice and snow. There is no redemption.
The woman in plain clothes fell on the snow, clutching her right shoulder that had been pierced by a sword. The plain clothes were dyed with the enchanting beauty of red plums, which was strange and charming. Severe pain pinched her eyebrows, and the woman in plain clothes just stubbornly raised her alluring face, opened her lips and asked, can... Stay? The voice is hoarse.
Strong winds blew, and snow fell in all directions, filling the vision in the dream. The constant chill spread from the fingertips to the chest, and the hoarse voice echoed in the ears over and over again, "Can... Stay?", "Can... Stay?". The desperate pain went all the way to his heart, as if something was breaking.