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It was the winter of a certain year in Hanzhou, and the chill was getting stronger. Most of the leaves on the trees have fallen, and only the sacred tree growing in the desert called "Huanghan" is still evergreen. At this time, the patriarch was leading his young grandson to supervise the masons carving the inscriptions on the two tombstones under the sacred tree. These two tombstones are different from other tombstones. They are dark purple in color and are dyed with the fruits of the sacred tree every year. The patriarch said that the tombstone was erected for the goddess of Hanzhou, who single-handedly saved the entire Hanzhou clan from disaster. "Then why are there two tombstones?" The grandson asked puzzledly. The clan leader was silent for a long time. A gust of wind blew by, blowing up the remnants of the tombstone that had fallen on the ground. The remnants fluttered in the wind, just like the snowflakes in Hanzhou in winter. "The tombstone next to her was erected for her husband who died in the battlefield..."