Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The entire continent was now a vast expanse of white, with snowflakes drifting down from time to time, painting the land in a pristine winter hue.
"What are you looking at?" Seeing Qian Renxue sitting by the windowsill, lost in thought for a long time, Mo Chen walked over with a blanket and draped it over her shoulders.
"I’m looking at the snow. After all, on the day I was born, although it was nearly spring, the sky was still snowing heavily."
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