C776 The loser is the bandit

At night, snow suddenly began to fall. This year's early winter's rain was much heavier, and there were no signs of snow. However, it had still arrived a few years ago. It fluttered about in the air, dancing about.

Xiu Yuanshuang stood at the window, quietly looking at the snow falling under the palace lamp, reflecting the faint yellow light, like a willow leaf in spring. Winter came