The snow fell silently. I don't know how long it has been falling. It seems that the snow in Jixue City has been falling silently since the day I was born. In my memory, the flying snow is like a torn flower, imprinting silent sadness in the lonely stream. My name is Xuechu. This is a name that all the gods in Jiuxue City look up to. Everyone here, he Everyone called me Shaojun, and I quietly took another look at the luminous sphere placed on the snow-building platform. It is called the Snow Sacrifice Paradise, and it is a sacred object in the eyes of the people in the Snow Sacrifice City. It is said that people who have reluctance and obsession with everything in the world can make a new choice, thus making up for some irreparable obsessions. However, all of this is just an illusion after all. . . . . .