Winter had returned, wrapping the earth in a silver blanket and leaving the entire world pure and spotless.
Winter is a quiet and mysterious season. When the first snowflake falls, the earth is seemingly covered in a layer of silver, and the whole world becomes pristine and flawless.
In this season, nature appears to have entered a deep slumber. The trees have shed their emerald garments, leaving only bare branches that shiver in the cold wind. The rivers are frozen solid, winding across the land like a silver ribbon. The distant mountains are shrouded in a blanket of hazy white, appearing and disappearing in the mist like a traditional ink painting.
Chapter 18