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.,But upon closer inspection, you'd find that this sphere houses its own inner world. Within it are rays of colorful light, blades of grass glistening with dew, and the sun rising in the east.。