When Lan Wangji woke up that morning to find the Cloud Recesses blanketed in a sea of white, he stared out his window for a long time admiring the pristine untouched fields that could normally only exist in paintings.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look at all this snow!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, sliding up next to him enthusiastically. “Come on, let’s go find Sizhui and the rest – we’re going to have a snowball fight!”

The way the fields looked afterwards were beautiful too.