I don't know how to describe such a winter. Perhaps the vitality of the falling snow was stupidly swallowed up in the darkness, and all that could be seen was the swirling clouds and the passionate black sky.
A night when the earth cannot produce any life.
Jie An squatted on the ground and pinched the little snowman in boredom. He used the warmth of his palm to warm a piece of ice and snow. The hard ice cube curled up in his palm. He smiled boredly, his lips that were always pursed into a line were shallow and thin, faintly outlining the perfect arc. He was like a child who couldn't find his way or his home, but now he was waiting for his brother, his family.
Xie Ning, he said softly in his heart.
Intention: reversal