C137

The first bird cry in the morning shattered the peace that the night had given to the little village. Li Yannian was still sleeping when she heard a lot of "It's snowing" sounds from afar.

She put on the heavy warm robe and looked out the window. It was indeed snowing heavily outside, rustling, devouring layer after layer of the black tiles, the grayish brown stone road, and the semi-green holly