On a bitterly cold day, the heavens and earth were blanketed in white, with goose feather-like snowflakes swirling down.
In the thirty-fifth year of Yongchang, Su Nan witnessed a heavy snowfall that came once every ten years.
The heavy snow swiftly covered the streets of Su Nan City, large and small, and the gnarled branches cast eerie, distorted shadows under the cold night moonlight. Every household had its doors tightly shut, and the fragrance of Lunar New Year's porridge occasionally wafted out through the window gaps that revealed flickering lights from two streets over.
Behind the execution grounds at Chaos Burial Mound, the ice and snow had cleansed the thick, bloody stench from the soil, and corpses lay atop each other, their original appearances obscured by the ice. They shone with a bluish-white sheen under the moonlight.
In this silent snowscape, a dark figure moved about, resembling a small mouse scurrying in the night, quick and cautious in its movements.