Is it still snowing? I have no idea. I only know that in those unwritten moments, Xu Sijue would probably often think of the boy huddled by the stone steps on a snowy night, and Xu Yuning would probably often think of his father holding his trembling hand and saying, "If your heart is not calm, how can your hand be steady?" They all remember it, but they can't go back.
The snow in the second year of Yuanshou has never stopped in Xu Yuning's heart
