Chi Xueyang

The cold north wind blew away the endless smoke, but it still made it difficult to breathe. The red snowflakes fell on the girl's body and slowly melted. The snow water and the warm blood on the ground looked so harmonious and harmonious. The woman in the snow slowly raised her delicate face, looked at the red snow clouds in the sky, then looked down at her bloody hands, and cried: "Brother Tianzhen, you said you would leave the army and return home on the day of the red snow, but where are you now?" The tears seemed cold and biting, "The wind here is so cold..." The tears finally fell into the pool of blood, and it always felt like the crystal tears were slowly being swallowed up by the blood.