Hua Ran makes her entrance!
Hua Ran's long black hair was tied at her waist, her eyes cold, her fair face covered in frost.
It was winter, and snowflakes drifted down like white cherry blossom petals in the wind. It was a beautiful sight! But Hua Ran hated this wretched season!
This was during the Qianlong era of the Qing Dynasty.
Though it was a prosperous age under the Qianlong Emperor, the streets were still scattered with refugees in tattered clothes, some dressed in garments as thin as paper. Winter was a cruel season for them. Every winter, the refugees could barely escape death, and Hua Ran was one of them.
Hua Ran's limbs gradually stiffened. She wrapped her arms around herself and curled up in a corner, but her beautiful eyes remained cold.
“Six-sided snowflakes are beautiful, but they freeze a whole crowd to death.” This was a saying among the common people.
The snowflakes gradually covered the streets, rooftops, branches, mountains...
The snow covered everything. What chance did little Hua Ran have?
“Years of splendor are nothing but a dream. Youth passes like flowing water. This is simply fate...” Hua Ran slowly closed her eyes.
This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental.
