It was a wretched thing, the passing of time amid the freezing months fraught with cold. It was an inevitable, ever approaching crawler, the more one looked upon its looming shadow, the taller its impending arrival seemed. Eyes of gold and flesh of the night, every moment it clawed on and on.
The white blanket of pristine snow covered the mountains surrounding the Divine Phoenix clinic, trees now devoid of their lively green and lush leaves dancing in the wind, bent low; weighed down by the burdens of the snow gathered upon their branches.
Wherever the eyes reached and sight began, white painted the landscape, and dead blades of grass and drying foliage stood low, largely hidden beneath the cover of snow.
It was time, Li Xinyuan would be blind and ignorant to not know that. Liu Mingyun had healed and made a full recovery for a few fulfilling days barely, in the surgeon's extremely biased opinion.
