When the cold wind of winter sweeps across, Mohe becomes a fairy tale world covered in silver. The earth was buried under thick snow, as if covered with a pure white velvet blanket. The mountains in the distance are rolling and rolling, like lying jade dragons. The trees on the ridges are covered with rime, crystal clear, shining like diamonds under the sunlight, like a dream. Stepping into this world of ice and snow, every step will leave deep footprints on the snow, making a "crunching" sound, as if the snow is softly telling the story of winter.
Song Qiong and Wen Shuang were walking in the snow. The diamond ring on Song Qiong's hand was like an aurora, bringing dawn to Wen Shuang in the cold winter.
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