At noon, Elise didn't clean the garden. It seemed that when she slept, snowflakes had arrived from the sky to rain down like soft cotton. The whole White Mansion was covered with snow overnight.
From outside the window, Elise stared at the garden where snows covered like a piece of thick white blankets on the ground. Seeing it, Elise recalled Ian's words. Did he expect the snow to come?
Ian had always been an omnipotent person to Elise's eyes. He knew almost everything and all was because of his none hundred years of knowledge. It wouldn't be strange for her to know that Ian could predict the weather, but somewhere she believed that Ian had said the words based on his gut feeling, the instinct that never failed him.
The snow hadn't got to the point where shovels were needed to scoop a way for the people to walk outside, nevertheless, it was still thick enough to cover every traces the previous season had.
