The wind blew the snowflakes flying down, it was not too cold. Didn't the old man say that it's not cold when it snows? It's cold when it melts into snow? It's true. But now, standing on the edge of the cliff, facing the cold wind, my muscles and bones are still so ice-cold. Xiao Zheng'er took a deep breath, slowly exhaled a breath of cold mist, tightened her white fox fur collar with her hands, and chuckled unconsciously... Li Qing, would Pu Feng sigh when he saw the snow flying so beautifully and comfortably? Who said, "The breeze doesn't know the rules, so it steals the kite!"? Who could disagree? Most people simply think it is, just because "the breeze knows the rhythm best, but no one knows the kite"!