That night, a blizzard descended. When everyone went outside in the morning, the sky was covered with gray clouds, and heavy snow was falling steadily.
The most terrifying part was the strong wind that arose, howling and whistling through the trees as it chased the snowflakes in a frenetic dance. It was so intense that it seemed as though the whole mountain might collapse.
Yueyao looked at the weather and laughed, "Let's celebrate Chinese New Year on the mountain!" She had wanted to spend the New Year on the mountain, and it seemed that the heavens had granted her wish.
Bai Yi said, speechless, "Miss, even a blizzard can't possibly last for ten days, right?"
