Wang Xuan came from Huaxia, the summer heat covering the earth, all things brimming with vitality, green everywhere. But the Mars city Huali, where he and Lin Xiyue arrived, was now covered in falling snowflakes.
A cold air wrapped around the city, with buildings in a Chinese architectural style standing tall, far surpassing Earth's in height, with numerous underground levels, and a population density several times that of Earth.
Swaying snowflakes floated down, driving pedestrians as they took steps towards home. Amidst the cold, they involuntarily shrank their bodies, wrapped in clothes, and hurried along.
The snow was pure and white, and the fourth senior sister really liked such a scene. Her snow-like jade hand reached out, letting the snowflakes fall onto her palm, watching them melt into colorless water.
