I really am the vill

Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,His figure stood slenderly at the edge of the precipice, the breeze whipping his white clothes into a rustling sound.,Some were merely an ordinary little wooden hut, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in green clothes sitting on the ground by the river.。