When Qin Qing returned to the Qiuhai Villa, the sky had begun to flake with light snow again, which quickly intensified, and large snowflakes as big as bowls and plates twirled silently, soundlessly descending upon the earth.
In front of the Qiuhai Villa, there was a pond of moderate size.
Above the pond, there stood a pavilion.
Despite the deep winter of the twelfth lunar month, the pond had not frozen over.
Amidst the icy world of snow, there was instead a rising mist, trailing faintly upwards...
At the edge of the pond, moss had spread out, and amidst the snow-covered edges, patches of lush green grass poked through, showing a heart-thrilling vibrancy and warmth even in the heart of winter.
Entering the front courtyard, Qin Qing saw a young girl sitting in the pavilion.
