The new wind swept the earth, breaking the jade into pieces.
The snow in Yongxiang buried all the light of Shen Li, the legitimate daughter of Shangshu Mansion.
Overnight, the family was destroyed. The father and brother were killed, and the female family members were taken to Yeting as slaves. The noble and noble eldest daughter of Shen Mansion was reduced to a bloody ant under the punishment whip of the Chief Punisher. The pain of torture has not yet subsided, and the bone-eroding cold has dragged her toward the abyss of death. Falling on the cold snow, the blood stains from the shackles faded away to a dazzling dark red. In Shen Zhaoyun's eyes, only the figure of her mother hanging on the beam and boundless despair were left - this deep palace was her burial place.
Just when his consciousness was about to collapse, a dim wind lantern tore through the raging wind and snow.
In the shadow of the lamp, there sat a young man covered in black fur. The wooden wheelchair beneath him exudes loneliness, his pale face is colder than frost and snow, and his deep pool-like eyes are unruffled. Only the hidden dragon pattern looming on the edge of the black fox fur indicates his noble and unpredictable identity. He was like a silent cold mountain in the snow, looking down at her dying in the mud.
Liu Yongyuan is the most mysterious prince in the dynasty. He lives in seclusion and is seriously ill. He sits in a wheelchair with his heart as cold as ice for thousands of years. A chance encounter in the snow, a heater handed out with disdain, was an insignificant deviation in his quiet life.
However, for Shen Li, this glimmer of light was the fire that ignited the remaining embers.
Purpose: The real salvation is to rebuild the will to live on the ruins of dignity