In the first year of Qiongyu, it suddenly snowed in the northern country.
The whole country was shocked.
It has never snowed in the North. From the founding of the People's Republic of China to the present, it has never snowed.
The entire country was covered in snow, and the bells pierced through the swirling white snow, sounding extremely distant.
The wind blew loudly, and the snow fell slantingly on her shoulders.
There was a rush of footsteps.
"Your Majesty, the priest, she... Went..."
"What do you mean you're gone?" The queen murmured to herself. The hand of the maid waiting next to her trembled, and the paper umbrella fell to the ground and was blown away by the wind.
The snow is falling harder.