"Phytolacca? Why such a stupid name?"
"Bamboo is also grass."
The winter in Yincheng is like a hypocritical person. There is no bone-chilling cold wind, but it is quietly robbing heat. But compared to the silver snakes dancing in the mountains in the northern scenery thousands of miles away, the ice edges hanging on the eaves and treetops, and the painful wind that whips like knives, the capital city looks like a good person. But whether it was the treacherous cloud waves in Fincheng, the frozen bones on the roadside, or the endless singing and dancing of the West Lake... They all rushed to ring the death knell of the young dynasty of the Zhou Dynasty.
News of defeat came again from the front.
The bodies of the soldiers were covered with silver.
"It's great that I can see the snow once before I die." A childish voice said suddenly.
The young man on the side sneered: "What's the point? After tonight, snow and blood will blend together. Don't even look at the snow, the snow will be your burial place."
"Then do you want to go back to Yincheng?" The child asked.
The young man was silent for a while and then said: "After I die, I will go to the Western Paradise."
The title comes from "Meeting Happily" by Li Yu.
Purpose: Idealistic martyr