The snow falls softly, covering the roads in white, with icicles hanging beneath the eaves. A blue crow flutters softly onto a drooping tree, shaking off snowflakes like jade dust.
Wei Zhizhi stepped out of the Xiao Family's main gate, the tiny figure looking at the street.
She was as delicate as a porcelain doll, with bright apricot eyes. She wore a bright red silk mink cloak, with a red gold necklace hanging in front of her.
She looked affluent and charming.
Wei Zhizhi hopped down the steps, looking up at the massive creature.
"Let's go!"
In the cold weather, Fu Meng shook its body, shaking off the snow, then bent its forelimbs.
Wei Zhizhi made a great effort to climb onto its back.
Fu Meng seemed unable to tolerate this, gently tugged on her coat with its teeth, and waited until Wei Zhizhi sat firmly before straightening up.
The blue crow flew over.
It had been recently disciplined, so it was particularly well-behaved these days.
