The snow seals the mountain.
Lu Ying extended her hand, and snowflakes fluttered from the eaves, falling upon her palm without melting for a long time, like needle points.
This place forges swords, and the swords resemble snow.
The nights in Sword Town are deep, especially during heavy snow, when the darkness envelops the sky, and snowflakes sweep over the walls like glimmers of swords—an extraordinarily cold and austere spectacle.
Having been here for many days, Sword Town is always silent. The so-called silence doesn't mean an absence of sound but includes the rustle of leaves in the woods at times, the sharp cries of birds, the faint chirps of insects, and the light resembling a bean—Lu Ying glanced sideways at her shadow under the lamp.
