The pure white ice crystals were falling from the sky, unfolding a scene of tranquil and harmonious flying snow in the slightly lit air. Qin Yin gently swayed her body, spinning and leaping like musical notes across the center of the ski resort, slowly depicting a picture of unparalleled beauty with her graceful dance.
Nan Sichen followed her closely, afraid she might stumble. He raised his head to look at Qin Yin from a distance, where her black hair flew, and the pure white clothes danced in the air, seemingly blending into the sky full of snow.
The mountains afar were shrouded in thick fog, ancient and serene, like a soothing melody lingering between the mountains, swirling in the air, transforming into the endless snowfall, lightly shaded grey and white, yet Qin Yin danced like a fairy in the painting.
Nan Sichen was momentarily lost in thought, everything before him seemed like a classical Chinese landscape painting, unfolding before dawn.
