A Solitary Song: A Splendid World of Mortals

In a hidden realm in the mortal world, all the flowers had withered, leaving only a blanket of white.

A little white ball of fluff ran toward a young man. Seeing it, Ye Qiuming scooped the snow marten into his arms and held its sharp claws with one hand, while stroking its fluffy fur with the other. "What a good little thing~" The snow marten wriggled free of Ye Qiuming's grasp, hopped onto the bed, and studied the strange man before it.