Kunlun Snow, Jin Weiyang

The snow on the top of Kunlun has been falling for thousands of years, covering up the past, but it cannot bury the unresolved obsession in the embers. When Bai Li, the nine-tailed white fox, opened her eyes from the catastrophe of losing her tail and amnesia, her spiritual power was like a candle in the wind. Only the old wound in her heart still burned every cold night. She remembered the shattered moonlight and the decisive spear, but could not remember the owner of those hands - she only knew that only the aura of Kunlun could continue her grief and solve the mystery of her fate. The snow in Kunlun is colder than in memory. The "eldest brother" who held the position of discipline and wielded the Qingshuang Sword was also the person from the past who had given her the pain of gouging out her heart and made her unwilling to think about the past. Now he is a role model in Kunlun, as strict as ice, and she is just a new junior sister. The rules and regulations are written like frost. Old grudges have not disappeared and new grudges have been entangled. But when the Kunlun moonlight spread over his clothes, she occasionally caught a glimpse of the darkness in his eyes - a struggle that was completely different from the cold appearance. One time when her spiritual power backfired and danger arose, the glimmer of light passing through his sleeves was a barrier to protect her, or was it the beginning of another net? Are those fleeting concerns an illusion she had in the snow, or an unquenched spark under the embers? Under the thousand-year-old snow, there is an unspoken truth hidden; in the clouds and mist on the cold peak, there is an inescapable love and hatred. She came here through the snow, originally hoping to survive, but at the top of Kunlun, she got entangled with her old enemy again. In this torment with the fairy mountain as the furnace and the heart and soul as the firewood, who can burn away the past, and who will be trapped by the embers until the end?