The snow is floating, the sky and the earth seem to be covered with cotton. The cold gale passed like a knife.

Yushan, jingmingzong.

white clouds and shrouded buildings are like a dream. However, if there is no one in the big square, the color is very cold.

in the East Pavilion, a figure in the snow is staring at a cypress pine in the courtyard. His eyes are lost.

"senior brother." A soft voice sounded, a cold cloud dream in pink came out of the lobby, and white snowflakes floated on her, making it more beautiful.

Jiang Zhi looked back and smiled lightly, but there was a little sadness...