Menghua

Originated, the red plums danced in the snow, only for a moment, the ethereal snow in white clothes left a figure in Ying's heart.The fate is gone, the keepsake is angry and weeps in the snow, and at that moment, the red-clothed blood-like snow completely disappears in Ying's eyes.Destined to return, the white clothes tied the thread to recall the past life, and for a single moment, Xue returned with a smile like a flower in front of Ying. "Ying, I'm back." The wind chime rang, and Xue appeared with a smile.Pause for a moment...