Those who write fairy tales are all natural black

Chapter 48

It's snowing! "Tong Hua ran to the window, Father Jiang didn't have the habit of drawing the curtains, and there was still a little light outside, so the snowflakes could be seen clearly.

Ah, it's snowing, this is the first snow of the new year.

Even in different places, Xuehua can quietly imprint her shadow on the hearts of everyone who sees it, leaving a pure white exclamation.

The new year has begun.