He stretched out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes in the sky. The first snow broke in, and this small town with cold mountains and cold water was finally covered with a thin layer of silver. Mu Yihan looked up at the flying snowflakes, but a drop of crystal tears slipped down the side of her face, and had already solidified into ice before it hit the ground in time. Along with the pieces of snowflakes fell on the ground. The subtle cracking sound was also accompanied by the dream of that year.