In December, the weather is freezing.
After leaving the boundary of Peach Blossom Spring, there is a desert in front of us.
Thousands of leaves are withered, and there are many dead trees, covered with a thin layer of white frost, and jackdaws are roosting from time to time.
Silas Lin closed his eyes and saw a peach blossom garden full of blood.
He had never experienced anything like this in his previous twenty years of life.
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