Lin Yi returned to the village on the fifth day.
It snowed.
This was the first snowfall in the 13th year of the Jisheng Calendar of the Da Qian Dynasty, in Jin Ping Province.
Feather-like snowflakes fluttered, not yet reaching the ground before melting away, leaving the earth wet.
Amidst the light snow.
A guest in white, holding a pure white paper umbrella, walked over the snow without leaving a trace, covering ten meters in one step, gracefully drifting like a swallow in mid-air.
"As expected of Brother Jian, you never miss a chance to show off."
Yi Lin stood at the doorway, wrapped in a coat under the urging of Father Lin and Mother Lin, watching Jian Nanchun whose white clothes surpassed the snow's beauty, couldn't help but tease.
