In winter, it snows.
The grass should be withered, the trees should shed their leaves, and there is frost all around — everything returns to solitude.
But spring, that is the season of life restarting.
Wild grass sprouts new buds, and trees once again brim with life. The sun lingers in the sky for longer and longer, and hibernating creatures lazily stretch themselves, crawling out from their dens and nests.
Today is the 7th of December, the solar term for Big Snow. Undoubtedly, it belongs to the season of winter — Zheng Qing was very sure of this because just a few hours ago, he had been discussing the different classifications and features of snowmen with Nicolas.
But now, the young state-sponsored student who had just recently woken up was starting to question his memories.
Because around him, by Lakeside of Bell Lake, the originally desolate world had somehow burst with life.
