Library

In the far north of the Ice Flower Dreamland, a man in black is hugging a tombstone tightly. Maybe his chest is too broad, making it difficult to see the writing on the tombstone. When I walked in, I saw that the corners of the man's eyes had already turned into ice crystals in the biting snowy wind. Outside the ice city, the Momo River is flowing slowly, like an old man in his twilight years, quietly waiting for death. Just a "plop" sound was heard, and ripples appeared on the water. After a long time, a figure surfaced on the water. At Plum Blossom Drunk Bar, a scantily clad girl was carrying a drunken customer towards the box. There was no hint of happiness or sadness in the corners of her eyes. She is just plain and makes her own decisions.