The crystal-clear snowflakes, exquisite and delicate, landed in Li Che's palm, lifted by an invisible aura, suspended mid-air without falling.
Accompanied by a gentle breeze, they rolled continuously, radiating a bright and translucent glow.
The heavy snow cascaded down, landing on the black tiles, erasing the black color from the rooftops, piling into heaps of white. The soft, thudding sound of snow echoed in the ears, relaxing the mind and body fully.
"Huff—"
Li Che slowly exhaled a breath, his eyes slightly sparkling, as if his weary spirit had been soothed.
"My daughter Xi Xi, is eight years old."
Eight years old!
A winter snow signifies that Xi Xi is about to grow another year older.
The once little girl, now has grown much, yet, as Xi Xi grows, she seems to increasingly overlap with Da Xixi.
Li Che sat in the snow, letting the snowflakes drift and fall freely, a look of contemplation appearing on his face.
