In the endless snowstorm, Chang Weicai struggled to move forward with supplies.
He was tired and stopped to rest for a while, looking into the distance, where the snow figures had grown into a small hill, slowly moving along the snowstorm circle, as if inspecting its own territory.
"You've grown too..." Chang Weicai murmured, "The rose must be close to blooming..."
He exhaled deeply, hoisted the dragging rope on his back, and headed towards the castle.
When he returned to the castle, the Ice Queen was not there.
In the palace, the rosebud was as big as a basin, plump like a huge ball, with bright red petals spilling out, slightly curling outward.
Chang Weicai dragged the supplies inside.
He couldn't find a container large enough to use as a flower pot, but he found a wardrobe, turned it upside down on the floor, filled it with soil, dug a hole, and nestled the rose in—
