Luo Huai · Conversa

The wind is cold and the frost is pure. He lies in the freezing snow before your courtyard, tears frozen on his cheeks, eyelashes trembling slightly, and speaks hoarsely: "Old demon! I know you're home... Save me... save my life!" The fluffy snowdrift swallowed his voice, and his almost-collapsed trembling faded into the icy air. So cold... Is it... that there will never be another tomorrow...