The next morning.
Lu Yuan woke up in bed.
He had lost a lot of blood the day before, so his body was somewhat exhausted. He didn't get up particularly early.
The light had woken him.
It wasn't the warm glow of the morning mist he was used to, but a clear, bright white.
He rubbed his eyes and threw off the covers to get up.
Could it be?
A sudden premonition stirred in Lu Yuan's heart.
He quickly strode to the window.
Sure enough, it was just as he'd expected.
It was snowing!
Lu Yuan was in a wonderful mood.
After all, he was an ice-type supernatural ability user.
He naturally loved snow.
The instant he opened the window, a rush of cold air carrying fine snowflakes swept toward his face.
The scene outside had changed completely.
The sturdy branches of the plane trees planted beside the dormitory yesterday were now wrapped in thick snow, like silver dragons frozen in place.
The courtyard's flagstone path lay buried beneath the snow, only faintly reflecting the light of the sky.
Everything in the distance had merged into a pure white.
The world was so quiet that all he could hear was the soft patter of snowflakes falling. Even the wind seemed frozen, utterly silent.
The snow kept falling. The flakes weren't large, but they were so dense they formed a curtain. They landed on the window frame and melted in an instant, leaving fine traces of water.
Lu Yuan raised his hand, and a snowflake landed in his palm.
Gazing at the snowy scene before him, Lu Yuan felt utterly at peace, completely immersed in it.
Just then, the phone beside his pillow chimed.
It brought his thoughts back to reality.
"Who messaged me?"
Lu Yuan wondered, then walked over.
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