The cold winter receded slightly, and the first signs of spring appeared.
The riverbank, which was once covered with white frost, now saw the frost gradually receding, with a hint of green sprouting from the soil, covering the lifeless atmosphere left over from the previous year.
The dense fog spread across the river with the breeze, turning the surrounding area for over ten miles into a bewildering scene.
At daybreak, the fierce sun rose in the sky, but through the thick fog, one could only vaguely see a circle of white light, barely recognizing it as the eternal, undying sun.
Now in the early morning, the cold from the night had not yet dissipated, and the riverbank and the water were extremely tranquil, disturbed only by the gentle breeze that brushed against the water, creating faint ripples.
Of course, there were also the figures bustling on the riverbank.
