The Fate of the Ice Flower

Ice flowers, blossoms on windows in winter. Though winter has no brightly colored flowers, ice flowers are no less beautiful.

They are profound and serene, seeming to hold faint traces of melancholy and long-ago tales.

They are dense pine forests on snowy plains, full of danger. Howling winds whip up blizzards, and you can almost hear the forest roar in fury.

They are endless mountain ranges, with rivers flowing below. You can almost make out a few boats passing along the water.

They are crystal clear, orderly in their flight, like forests, trees, and leaves, brimming with endless possibilities. They are a world of ice flowers.

The heart watches over this window, covered in ice flowers and never shut, forever keeping a warm corner for it...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.