In prosperous times, the harvests are abundant.
Yet, in these troubled times with such heavy snow, I fear many people won't see the spring.
So, do snowflakes represent "peaceful Chang'an," or "never reaching Chang'an" ... it all depends on the environment one finds oneself in.
"Hmm." Yun Qian nodded.
If that's the case, then she had no reason to like or favor them.
Indeed, she still doesn't like them.
"I like snow, actually because I have a special affection for it as I used to be from the south," Xu Chang'an sighed, "Our island is in Qing Province, so over the years, I've only seen light snow a few times. Sure enough... such heavy snow only exists in dreams."
"...Is that so." Yun Qian nodded in semi-understanding, "It seems you really like it."
"What about you, miss, why don't you like snow?" Xu Chang'an asked.
"Me?" Yun Qian exhaled a breath of cool air, and said, "It's not that I don't like snow, I'm just afraid of the cold."
