Paintings of Terror

Chapter 252: Impending Winter

contemporary romance

A cold breeze gently slipped into my collar.

The summer sneaked away without a sound. Fq geD

The days rushed by, filling me with a myriad of emotions.

My thoughts always returning to that vivid scenery.

Following the wind that blew gently, you stepped into my heart.

In an instant transformed my entire life. 0dVNpw

No matter how much sincerity I pour forth, I can never truly measure it.

But theres no need to be frightened as the wind and rain move in

Shao Ling watched speechlessly as Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Luo Bu, far in the distance on the snowy land, bathed in the sunlight, singing loudly, and running wild in the cold wind.

The Impending Winter Art Museum, just from the name, one could tell it was a newly established gallery that was built just a few years ago. It was situated in a place of profound poetic beauty in City C. Of course, if one were to visit in autumn, one would enjoy the splendid sights of golden gingko leaves and crimson maple trees. However, it was the middle of winter right now. It was either the gnarled, bare branches of trees or the vast expanse of white snow everywhere. NLmn0C

The art museum was nestled deep within this landscape of white snow and black branches.

The snow on the ground was thick enough to cover the feet. Despite the clear and sunny morning, there was no sign that it was going to melt anytime soon.

It was early in the day, just around 8 AM, and there were no visitors to the area yet. The chaotic footprints in the snow all came from the three idiots in the distance.

These three built three robust-looking snowmen, but for some peculiar thoughts they had, they were now all sitting on top of these snowmen, shouting out Cantonese songs with a Lao suburban accent at the top of their lungs. rJwAnN

Its as if theyre celebrating the end of the world or releasing their pent-up emotions before death.

Whats thisa doomsday carnival? Releasing pressure before death?

Shao Ling walked over steadily with a look of disapproval.

Let it blow, let the wind blow. Wipe away, the shining tears in your eye FXrMe4