Chapter 145 New Year's Eve

Pei Ye leaned against the top of the Book Building, his legs crossed, as the night's light snow drifted past, leaving a thin, soft layer on the swept stone path. It would take a heavy snowfall to produce a thick coat; in these light flurries, it merely accumulated loosely, like a cluster of tiny, silent dandelions. A gentle touch with the pad of a finger could lift a layer as fluffy as down.

"Yin'er, don't you often see snow in your sect?" Pei Ye asked the girl beside him as she stood a finger upright before her eyes, watching the bright, crystalline layer slowly settle and melt away.

"Not just rarely; I've never seen it at all," Jiang Yin'er said, sitting with her knees hugged to her chest, much more proper than him, and chuckled, "How could there be snow in the southwest? There's only spring rain, summer rain, autumn rain, and winter rain."

"I actually quite like the rain—did you build a snowman the last time it snowed?"