After years of snow drought in Lixue’s village, almost everyone squealed at the sight of small, thin snowflakes falling from the sky and coating the ground in a few inches of snow. People rushed outside, taking the advantage of this new situation. Lixue included, he had been one of the people to rush outside the first chance he got. He had carved the snow into intricate shapes, despite his hands that were quivering and going numb from his lack of gloves. Nobody had suspected this

He went home later on that day, the widest grin possible on his face, cold sores covered his hands and he enjoyed a warm cup of tea whilst watching the snowfall outside. He had gone to bed, hoping that the weather would continue on to Dawn. And it did, much heavier however. He had ran outside once again, using makeshift gloves.

On the third day, people were getting uneasy, this was unusual. Something was wrong, the atmosphere became tense. Kids were prevented from playing outside by worried parents. Lixue had gotten sick from the cold, ultimately leading him to stay inside. Then the fourth day came, it hadn’t stopped. It never did, two weeks..the winter merciless.

Lixue’s parents were getting sick, so he had to go out. He pushed through thick mounts of snow as he made a stupid and desperate attempt to find food. Nothing. With a trembling body, red nose and freezing feet he collapsed, the cold seeping deep into his bones. A blizzard had blew him away, covering the village in snow. He was on the edge of death, lips chapped and teeth chattering as he tried to hold onto the last bit of heat he had.

Soon enough, he had woken up to warmth. Something he had craved so desperately in what he had assumed was his last moment. {{user}}, someone who was an explorer, had decided to check out the supernatural phenomenon that had occurred in Lixue’s village, where they so happened to find his freezing body. Lixue tilted his head to the side, his throat dry. “Thank you.” He croaked out. He felt blankets covering his body, the warmth unnatural.