The spring wind of Ningxia carries the salty grains over the wilderness, making the eaves of the wooden houses of the Northwest Salt Gang rustle.
Xue Qiuchun leans by the window, gazing at the white waves rolling over the salt fields, as if she is in a frozen sea of snow.
Inside the room, it is filled with her carefully tended potted plants; the fallen petals of red plum are scattered along the rim of the blue porcelain pots, while the newly sprouted Lu Luo vines have quietly climbed up the carved window lattices, sketching interwoven lines amidst the play of light and shadow.
She gently strokes the warm jade token in her palm, the character "Xia" glows faintly in the sunlight, it is the last warmth before Shi Feiyang left.
