By the time Yun Meng and his party arrived at Lao Chou's ward, Xiao Jian's bed was already empty. Lin Feng went to ask the doctor, but the doctor didn't know where he went, no one heard him, no one saw him, and searched every corner of the hospital, but there was no trace of him. They hurried to Xiao Jian's residence again, the door locked. Yun Meng banged on the door and called Xiao Jian's name loudly, an hour passed, Xiao Jian did not appear, two hours passed, and there was still no trace of Xiao Jian. Her voice was hoarse, her arms were numb, she lost her strength and slipped by the door. Lin Feng and Yun Zhe supported her and tried to persuade her to go home, but she refused.

"He'll come back and get his ticket. I'm going to wait for him, I'm not leaving, I'm going to wait for him. I won't let him go again. When it got dark, Yun Zhe brought a quilt and accompanied his sister to guard it.

A day passed, and Xiao Jian did not come back.

Two days have passed, and there is still no news from Xiao Jian.

On the third day, she pried open the door of Xiao Jian's room, and she saw the string of wind chimes from eight years ago hanging on the wall, and a thick stack of portraits full of Yunmeng on the table. Yunmeng pounced and took off the wind chimes and covered them on his chest along with the portrait. She staggered back to her room, found a white bag, opened it, and took out the tattered wedding dress inside. She took out the needle and thread, stitch by stitch, and carefully mended it.

In the evening, it snowed, and it was overwhelmingly snowy. Yun Meng sat back at Xiao Jian's door, she was wearing the wedding dress that had just been sewn, she occasionally dialed the wind chimes, and occasionally reached out to catch the snowflakes. Suddenly she cried, she knew that Xiao Jian would not come back, she ran to the snow and danced, like a beautiful butterfly. The snow fell on her head, on her body, on her shoes, and she ignored it. Eventually, she fainted, she fell, and she picked up the snow and stuck it on her face.

The next day, the snow covered the roofs, the roads, and the fields, but it could not hide the haggard but determined figure of a girl. She carried a backpack containing her paintings, wedding dresses, and wind chimes. She waved to the farewell crowd and walked out into the wilderness......

No one can stop her, and no one knows where she is going. She would keep going until she found Xiao Jian ----- her only prince. No matter how long, even if it's a year, ten years, or even a lifetime......

Now that she is the real Snow Princess, she is walking towards her fairy tale, and she will stay with her prince for the rest of her life.