The snowflakes were perfectly crystal clear, swirling from the high sky, drifting down gracefully.
They landed on Li Che's palm, uplifted by an invisible force, floating without falling, as dreamlike and ethereal as a fantasy.
Accompanied by the breeze, the divine radiance emanated from Li Che's palm, diffusing.
Snow fell heavily, covering the entire courtyard in silence, landing on the black tiles, obscuring their hue, as if enveloped in a white quilt. The snowflakes fell with muffled thuds, making the courtyard even more serene.
In the past, on this day, the courtyard could never be so quiet.
Xi Xi's little friends would come early to help celebrate Xi Xi's birthday. With so many children around, it couldn't possibly be so quiet amidst the noise and chatter.
Xi Xi is nine years old now.
However, this year, Xi Xi is no longer in the human world.
Even Li Che couldn't help but feel a bit lonely inside.
