Ten Years of Heavy Snowfall in Wangjing

When they first met on a snowy night, Lin Wanjun couldn't stand her knees in order to survive. He saved her, married her, respected her, and pitied her just because she looked like her late self! "Xiao Jingchen, who do you think I am? Her substitute?" "Yes." Lin Wanjun smiled. If you are so ruthless, then you must be killed. I want soldiers and horses, I want land, I want mountains and rivers, I want power, I want you too! Xiao Jingchen, I want you to be buried with the entire Da Yan and Lin family! He looked up to the sky and said in relief: "If I die in your hands, my life will not be wasted." Only he knew in his heart that the heavy snow started ten years ago in Wanjing and ended in the end. She is her, but she cannot be her. If the young man wants to repay his kindness, he should drink the strongest wine, give her the most affectionate love, kill the most satisfying revenge, keep her prosperous for the rest of her life, and let her smile like a flower. I am alone, trusting the horse to ride the reins, and holding the sword to the end of the world. Wearing a bright red wedding dress in the snow, with blood staining the iron armor, it is said that they are getting married together with a white head.