A Lonely Guest at the End of the World

The bone knife rings in the night snow, and the grudges are locked on the cold cliff. One step leads to life and death, and the wind and silk tie the falling flowers. The novel I wanted to write three years ago was interrupted due to circumstances. When I wake up from a dream, I always have one thought. Scraping and editing are just immature writing skills. Please read it slowly. If the novel is not good, you can criticize it or discard it.