The lead clouds above my head are like ink, as if they have fallen into eternal night.

The north wind is like a knife, and the snowflakes are falling.

The man looked up at the sky, his mouth slightly raised, and then turned to look south, with a hint of joy on his face.

"Oh my God..."

The hexagonal snowflakes whirled like the wind on their fingertips. The man lowered his head slightly and exclaimed softly.

...

On the banks of the river, Xiaozhou Academy.

Deep in the academy, on the bank of the square pond.

Under the smoke and willows and above the mound, a man in green clothes was lying among the lush grass, with willow branches in his mouth, and his unpretentious smile on his face was extremely bright.

"Damn little bitch..."

The man smiled, and a thin willow in his hand gently patted it on the mound.

It seemed that when he remembered something, the frequency of the man slapped him became extremely strange, and his smile suddenly looked a little obscene.

The wind rises and the clouds move.

Clouds came from the south, and gradually became thicker in the rolling and unevenness. In a moment, the entire sky was already covered.

The wind blows north, and it is slightly cold. The sky is dark and snowflakes fall.

He stretched out his hand to pick up a snowflake, and the man shook his clothes and stood beside the mound.

The cold wind is getting stronger and the snowflakes are like a knife.

The snowflakes on the fingertips were whirling like the wind. The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the dark world like the underworld, and exclaimed softly.

"Oh my God..."
Chapter completed!