C127 You Can Still Hunt?

It was snowing before the winter solstice.

Soong Xintong sat in the parlour with hot tea in her hands as she looked out the window at the snow pressed against the walls. The pure and flawless snow made her, a person who had never seen snow before, happy to see it.

"Miss, the snow outside is already an inch thicker. If it were to snow a few more days, I'm afraid it would have to be even thicker