Night completely enveloped Chang'an. In the darkness, white snow was dancing slowly in the dim light suffused by the lamps in the turrets of the imperial city. It was a very beautiful scene under the backdrop of the red wall of the palace.
Being the most remote part of the moat, this area was enveloped in a quiet atmosphere. Even when the snow fell into the river, it would just disappear peacefully without making any sound. The two were walking at this moment and the sound of them treading on the fluffy snow was very clear against the silent environment.
Mo Shanshan brushed a lock of her flying hair away. Looking at the flying snow and the red wall, she said quietly, "Snow is very rare in the Great River Kingdom, as it is located in the south."
Imagining the far away land, which was supposed to be as warm as spring all year round, Ning Que said with expectancy, "I would like to visit it one day."