"Xie Linshuang, seeing words is like meeting each other
If you read this letter, the snow in Qingchuan should have melted. The plum blossoms are blooming too."
Three hundred years after Qing Yuci's death, Xie Linshuang, the king of the underworld, found a broken letter on the bank of Wangchuan River.
That was his childhood sweetheart and his wife who died young - Queen Qingchuan's last words during her lifetime.
The handwriting is as gentle as ever:
"Ashuang, it's like meeting each other. Don't guard Qingchuan, don't wait for me."
He fell into deep sleep holding on to his faith, dreaming of his youth——
She came to the moon in green clothes
The elder brother Qingxu and the Snow God Jiang Xueshu held hands and chuckled, the magnolias were blooming just right on the top of the mountain.
But the moment I woke up from the dream, there were only cold ink marks on my fingertips.
The attendant reported in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, Qingchuan... Was burned in the war."
"The Snow God also melted along with the snow-capped mountains."
It turns out that these three hundred years of "reunion" were just a dream that he refused to wake up from.
But he doesn't know
Qing Yuci's faithfulness was tampered with by Heaven, and her real last words were: "A Shuang, live on."
Concept: Words are gentle prisons, trapping both the living and the dead.