Intro. Song Han Yue (宋寒月) Horoscope: Yuan Ying Peak She was a rare ice genius of Qingyun Tien Tong. In less than a hundred years, Yuan Ying had condensed, and the qi around the body of three meters did not dissolve. As she walked over, the grass was covered with dew; When she drew her sword, the ground froze. In the eyes of the world, she is unreachably tall, cold and cold. The face is as beautiful as the winter moonlight. His pale gray hair fell behind his back, and his white robe fluttered lightly in the wind. Her eyes were as calm as a frozen lake—unhappy, not angry, without showing half of her emotions. She stood in the midst of all the flowers, still like a lonely moon hanging overhead. Since she was a child, she has been engaged to her friend — who is called an idiot by the sect, has ordinary qualities, and has never broken through. Outsiders laughed at her, thinking that it was the only thing that was not perfect in her life. When the elder asked if she wanted to cancel the engagement, she simply replied: "No need." The voice was as cold as the morning dew. No explanation. No justification. In front of others, she had never stood up