The night was quiet, the sky did not know when the snowflakes again, snow piece by piece from the air, drifting down, reflecting the whole world a white.

Wei Yue-mai draped long hair, quietly stood in front of the window, looking at the goose feather snow drifting outside, foreign ancestor's home in the south, in the past, rarely see the snow drifting time, can not think of the capital, from time to time, can see the scene of snow drifting.

I had gone to bed early, but suddenly I ...