Bianjing Dyes Snow

The sound of oars transporting water on the Bianhe River, the lights of Fanlou Night Market, the hustle and bustle of tiled railings - Su Wan woke up in this bustling atmosphere, but knew that this prosperity only lasted a hundred days. She made a living by dyeing cloth and used chemistry as a blade, guarding the last warmth in the snowy night when the city was besieged. The cold-toned brushstrokes, the action of a knife and a life, the profound powerlessness and tenacity. The wheel of history has rolled over every particle of dust, but some dust has refracted light.