Begonia Reflects the Snow and White Clothes Line

The snow fell silently, dyeing the cornices of the ancient city white, and also fell on the plain white figure on the tower. Standing in the wind and snow dressed in white, he can see the vicissitudes of dynasties, but there is an unknown past hidden inside. When her fingertips brushed against the mottled city bricks, a completely different appearance was reflected in the reflection - the outline of modern clothing was vaguely visible in the moonlight, like an obsession that broke free from the constraints of time and space. On the one hand, there are the grudges and political entanglements in the ancient world, and she uses her pen as a blade to write other people's legends; on the other hand, there is the breakage and rebirth of modern life, the difficulties of being owed royalties and being fired from the company, which have never erased the stubbornness in her heart. When the fragments of two time and space are intertwined in her body, is the sentence "the chapter that belongs to us" written to the people in the story, or to herself who straddles reality and fantasy? A journey about persistence and redemption begins quietly in the wind, snow and moonlight.