Another year, the vague white color pours down from his sight. Xie Yunli can no longer tell whether it is the boundless falling flowers behind the girl when she looks back, or the falling snow outside the Chinese army tent.
But whether it's flowers or snow, it doesn't matter at this moment. He and she met in white and falling flowers, and ended in bright red and flying snow. The dividing line between black and white no longer exists, there is only the distance between life and death.
After that battle, Xie Yunli never returned to the capital or went to Lihua Valley. He guarded the border, often accompanied by flying snow.
Purpose: Tell a story about prejudice