The flying cold wind will scatter the hair of the time, just like a black lotus flower blooming on the white bedspread. Her forehead was wrapped with bandages, which showed tiny bloodstains and added a little weakness to her paler face.

her eyes are empty and staring out of the window at the snow, as if there is nothing more interesting than this snowflake in the world.

it was not until Zongxia's figure blocked her vision that her vision gathered again and looked up. It's snowing today. It's so cold with the window open. I'll catch a cold Zongxia put things down and turned to close the window behind him....