In the monastery halfway up the mountain…
A few minutes later, the originally sparse snow seemed to sweep up the world. The silvery snow filled the sky, and a layer of white instantly covered the green tiles.
As the sky gradually darkened, the distant mountains were like huge beasts hibernating. The falling snow accumulated on them, and black and white colors overlapped each other.
Occasionally, a mountain sparrow fluttered past, leaving behind lonely footprints.
Song Fengwan stood at the door and looked at the heavy snow. She bit her lip and looked at Fu Chen. "Third Master, when will the snow stop? We really can't go back?"
The last time I was alone with Fu Chen at the ski resort, something happened. This time…
