Two years ago, two unrelated descendants of the Gods met a war god from the three realms. They met in winter and died in winter. Since they met, became familiar with each other, and then vowed to each other that "I will only love you in this life" and then finally parted with death, Xiaxia You was a child of spring, but he fell before the flowers bloomed and was buried in the pale snow. He only left a trace of his soul and gave it to his lover. This thing is called the flower of life. The narrator is me, you, and the character itself
Purpose: I am a narrator. They have truly lived in the world, with flesh and blood, and are real.