Hail fell in Yang City.
"It's snowing! It's snowing!" the little one clapped her hands joyfully. "Can we make a snowman?"
"No." Hearing this, Wu Tian shook his head and calmly said, "Hail and snow are different."
"Then what is snow like?" the little one's eyes widened with curiosity.
"Snow... is like this." Wu Tian smiled. He looked through the window toward The Firmament and flicked his finger.
Suddenly, Yang City trembled. Even in the depths of winter, it seldom snowed in the city. But now? The sky suddenly began to fill with falling snow, startling many of its residents. How can this be?
"My goodness, it's snow!"
"Yes, it's actually snowing in Yang City! This is the first time I've ever seen it in my whole life."
"It's truly a miracle."
"..."
Throughout Yang City, most households gazed in amazement at the scene before them from behind their windows.
By the afternoon, the snowfall finally stopped, instantly transforming Yang City into a vast, white world.
