Floating Flowers Turn into Mud

The first time I saw him, he was wearing black night clothes, although half of his face was covered Those slender and evil eyes remained deeply in her mind. The second time I saw him, he was still wrapped in black, with his face half-covered He exuded a chilling aura, but he gently flicked away the snow on the branches. The third time she met him, he said to her coldly: "You don't even know how you died!" From then on, she learned what pain is, what dependence is, and what love is.