Molingxue

The grain seedlings have been waiting for a snowfall, pure white and fluttering, covering up all the ugliness and unbearableness in the world. But she was born in Nanwu Country, where the four seasons are like spring, with only the rain that is about to stop, pattering, like a woman singing softly. She has climbed over towering mountains, waded through muddy swamps, and crossed vast deserts, eating the wind and drinking dew, traveling day and night, just because someone once said to her: "When you come to Moling, I will take you to see the snow." She vaguely remembered that man's brows were clear and light, as gentle as jade. When he smiled, his eyes would curve into a beautiful crescent moon, and he would quietly fall asleep every lonely night. She thought that probably from the time she knocked him out with a stick in the City God's Temple when she was nine years old, their fates had been closely linked and could no longer be separated.