Two years ago, two descendants of the gods who had nothing to do with each other met a war god of the Three Realms. They met in winter, and parted in death in winter. From meeting to becoming close, to vowing to each other, "In this life, I will love only you," and finally being parted by death, Xia Tianyou was a child of spring, yet he fell before the flowers could bloom and was buried beneath pale snowflakes. He left behind only a wisp of his soul for his beloved, an object known as the Flower of Life. The narrator is me, is you, and is the characters themselves.
Theme: I am merely a chronicler. They truly lived in this world, flesh and blood, real.
