The cold wind of Siberia finally covered her with a snow-white wedding dress. Su Ying, who had been waiting for 13 years, could no longer see her dancing for love.
"Yingying, I finally marry you."
The last patriarch of the Su family outside the country stands on the Naihua Terrace. The heavy snow in the sky is like the kiss of an old friend, and he can't kiss the one he loves enough.
"Fuhua, I hate the color white the most..."
I have never believed in gods. God, as the last patriarch of the Su family, I beg you to forgive my lover.
Intention: Love has no explanation
