C481 White Head of Snowfall

The day was bright and the night was dim.

Gu Donglee raised her body on the sickbed, waiting for the first snowfall of her Qingzhou City to descend.

The sky was still gray, but the birds were still crowing and the dogs were barking. As the sound of voices rose from the well, it could be seen that it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

His father, as usual