Koala Reads

"When Yan Qingshu walked out of the Cold Palace, a cold wind blew head - on, making the tears in her eyes fall."

"She looked up at the sunlight fragmented by the big trees. The warm sun in the early winter always carried a bit of warmth, shining on people very comfortably."

""Zhuyao, when will it snow?""

"When she entered the palace last year, there was a snowfall in the capital of Dashun. The world was pure white, spotless and extremely beautiful."