Wen Zhiyan first met Xie Ruhui in the suburbs of Yanbei. It was the ninth lunar month of winter, the north wind was bleak, and the dripping water turned into ice. She was shivering from the cold while sitting in the carriage.
But many years later, when she recalled that time, she could only remember Xie Ruhui's eyes looking towards her while standing in the heavy snow.
Purpose: Break the shackles