The young man gently picked the orchid on his head and placed it on the table.

The unfinished wine cup moved horizontally.

Sprinkle.

Before the flowers.

The young man lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and observed a moment of silence.

The moonlight shines on his face through the window, reflecting his long hair like snow.

Suddenly there was a roar outside.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, pressed the knife, stood up, and whispered:

"You buried your bones in the mud under the spring,"

I send this world to the world with a head full of snow."
Chapter completed!