On a winter morning in early winter, frost blooms everywhere, crystal clear and sparkling.
Shuang Bai pouts. That's why her mother gave her that name.
When she was young, she liked it. It seemed to embody an elegance that was pure and untouched.
Only as she grew older did she realize that frost flowers may be beautiful, but they don't last. They don't even last as long as mayflies, which are born and die in a single day but at least get to see the sunrise and sunset. Frost flowers see only the morning.
I may not manage to update daily around the Lunar New Year, but I'll make sure to update every other day. At the latest, I'll be back to daily updates by the Lantern Festival. If you enjoy the story, please add it to your collection, so you won't lose your way back.
Theme: Life is full of hardship, but patience and perseverance will not go unrewarded.
