Two days drifted by, and the first snow arrived in silence. It was as if the heavens had dipped a brush in ink to wash the entire Imperial Palace in a coat of white overnight; everywhere one looked, the world was cloaked in silver.
The carved wooden doors of Tishun Hall creaked open slowly. Bai Wutong stepped out, lifting her head to gaze at the drifting snowflakes. A flicker of melancholy passed through her beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Time slips away so quickly; another year is nearly at its end."
Chapter 346