The first time I met, in Laba six years ago, the snow was three feet thick. The young master was dressed in white and flawless. He stretched out his hand to me and said:
"You are human too, stop kneeling, your legs and feet will be damaged."
So I, a humble and humble person, became the young master's secret guard.
I thought I could stay with the young master like this for the rest of my life.
Until the young master punished me to kneel in the snow until dawn when I was seventeen years old.
Young Master, don't blame me for being cruel and repaying your kindness with hatred. The debt I owe you will be repaid in the next life.
Young Master, I have a place as pure as snow reserved for you in my heart.
Ghost head knife falls, I will never hear you say you love me again.
Old friends from old places, see you again by chance.
*Short story, first-person perspective of the heroine.
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Intention: Understand by yourself