The wind had risen.
The cold wind gusted through the plains. This was a common occurrence here. When this time of the year came, everyone would huddle together in a tent and stay there for an entire day.
The wealthy people could drink goat milk and eat some piping hot grilled meat. But the poor could only huddle together and pray for this bone-chilling gusts of wind to be quickly over.
Viewing the scenery? No one did that here.
The plains during the winter only had withered plants, and not a single wild beast could be seen. The scene here would be filled with the desolateness of death.
But right now, there were actually peach blossom petals floating around.
They were so radiant and gorgeous. Their pink color actually caused this bleak and desolate winter to be filled with a hint of vitality.
It was so beautiful that it felt like a dream!
It was so surreal.
"What the hell, has my vision gone bad?"
