Lead-colored clouds weighed heavily overhead, where the distant green mountains met the sky, a mist rose, intermittently appearing and disappearing, resembling a fairyland.
First came the tiny cold particles, descending like purified salt, heavy, rustling as they fell.
Soon a layer of particles had coated the brown earth, enduring without melting, reflecting a stark white light.
Gradually, the snowflakes became thinner, the cold intensified, moisture reduced, snow drifting down.
Lu Jingzhi watched the entire process of the snowfall, unblinkingly, from her window.
When the snowflakes merged and pulled together into snowballs, goose-feather snowfall created a snow screen, connecting heaven and earth.
"Xiaomiao, come and have some milk tea," Wei Xiaoqi trudged through the snow, from the kitchen to her window, steadily holding a tray. As Lu Jingzhi reached out to take it, she was rejected by Wei Xiaoqi.
Lu Jingzhi did not mind.