When the first rays of sunlight of the second day rose in the east, Snow Mountain had already become bright. In the early morning, Snow Mountain was so beautiful, as if one had entered a fairyland on earth.
The vast white snow reflected against the sky, threads of radiant light as if the fairy kingdom was bestowing its blessing far and wide.
This night had been magical for Xinyue, as she dreamt a dream that was both beautiful and endlessly long. It was such a vivid dream, as if she had experienced it herself; so much so that when she opened her eyes upon waking, she remembered every detail clearly, as though it was right before her eyes. Upon seeing the fabric of the tent's roof and looking at Tang Guo beside her, Xinyue realized that it had all been a dream, and instantly she felt a wave of melancholy.
"So it was just a dream..." Xinyue slowly sat up, and a blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks.
