Frozen clouds envelop the ridge, the dawn solidifies into a frosty splendor.
The night is as deep as ink that will not disperse, suspended in the sky, like an endless curtain of darkness, oppressively tight, leaving one breathless.
Snow descends wildly from above, dancing chaotically amongst mortals, like a flurry of drowsy crows falling like rain.
The carriage travels on the official road piled a foot high with snow, rocking and swaying, carrying everyone from the Divine Sect Mountain Gate and back within Qianyuan Taoist City.
The night's clamor has already ended as Xi Xi's birthday celebration concludes, signifying she has grown another year older.
Zhang Ya leans in Li Che's embrace, silent, moodily gazing at the tempest outside.
Xi Xi's maturity brings heartache; she needn't have been so understanding.
In a strange environment, without her dearest parents, Xi Xi had to make herself grow up.
