I Really Don't Know How Good Senior Brother Is

The fallen petals, the stopped chirping, the panicked running of passers-by, the falling snowflakes on the street were melted by the girl's tears. Yang Jie, an outer disciple of the Wangxian Sect, took a sip of warm tea through the window on the second floor of the teahouse and looked at the girl curled up on the ground. She was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes and had no special emotions. Until. . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.