"It's the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month," Yang Wuyue sighed inwardly, shrinking his slender neck as he looked at the falling snowflakes outside. It has been three months since I came to this different world. I have been in a state of confusion every day for these three months. I finally accepted the fate of being thrown into one of the three thousand small worlds by that bastard. Even if I don't want to in every way, I feel helpless every day.