The courtyard is covered with snow, and the plum blossom bones are drooping.
The furnace in the Nuan Pavilion is red, and the old lamp is the only one.
Old memories are as astringent as tea, and new fermented grains are as cold as frost.
The promise of a promise is a dead end, and the two cups will be separated for an indefinite period of time.
Snow covers the return journey, and spring does not cross.
Purpose: Healing
So cute Konig~