"You don't belong to this sleeping city, do you?"
Adonis smiled low and stared at the silent Ian - the few silver hairs hanging down made his face extremely pale, "This land abandoned by the gods."
"Half a year ago, this was a city of eternal winter where the snow looked like butterflies," he said slowly, half-squinting his eyes and looking straight at the snow light pouring in through the gaps in the curtains. "But winter is here, and spring is not far away. When spring finally arrives, what will people do?"