The cold wind in Yingyang cannot blow into Yuchuan, but the winter snow in Yingyang always falls on Cui Yin's heart. But Cui Yin had not seen snow for many years. The night she went south, it snowed heavily, but the bright snow contained the smell of blood, and the snow was dyed crimson, redder than all the red plums she had seen that year. However, she always has to go back, that's where she came from...
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