Looks like they've added the fragments of the first two books of the second arc to their storefronts. Of course big spoilers for arc that hasn't been released yet. The fragments were autotranslated:
When Magnolia woke up, her face was affixed to the cold, hard rock. Without the slightest cushion, a whole horrendous clump of memories returned in an instant—a group of predators under the cold and frozen men dragging the body of their mother’s cloves in the snow.
In the mountains, the Magnolia had saved his life. Magnolia had always believed that she was right to do so. She is proud of herself. But the ice cheated her, deceived her trust with flattery and lies, and everything that the ice did was to take advantage of her. The Magnolia is up. She brought them into the kingdom of bamboo, where their reign of terror had only just begun. Magnolia’s mother, Lilac, has been killed, and Lilac is just one of many innocently murdered pandas. The snow leopards had made it clear that if Magnolia did not continue to obey their orders, the next one to be killed was her sister Jasmine.
I'm stupid. I would have listened to the storm.
Her snow leopard allies noticed that the cold behavior was suspicious and persuaded her to leave, but she just did not listen. At that time, she was just thinking about proving herself.
I really proved myself. I proved that I am a disaster star, which will only bring disaster to my family.
Every time she breathes, she can smell the smell of snow leopards, mixed with the blood and fur of pandas. These pandas were killed during the occupation of the cave by snow leopards.
The ice said that Magnolia's father had killed her child, so she would use the magnolia as a perfect bait to lure the mist to death. But there was a problem with the plan—Magnolia didn’t know where her dad was now. Why wasn’t he with his mother? Mom and Jasmine came out of their home in the mountains, why didn’t he come together?
Sooner or later these questions will be answered. But the answer does not bring any comfort to the Magnolia. Once the fog heard about the encounter between his partner and the cub, would he still be willing to come back to the magnolia?
These days, Magnolia's mind has been thinking about these questions over and over again, but never find the answer, and then...
And then there was that dream.
Magnolia sat up, wiped his face, rubbed his eyes and mouth and nose with his feet. The cave is still full of darkness, dampness and terror. The air was cold and harsh, and the soft snoring of the snow leopard filled the heart of the magnolia with fear and pain. Outside the hole, she could see nothing but white snow and gray days. Seeing the sun is such a distant memory, Magnolia even doubts whether the sun is still in the sky.
Where did this dream come from? Why did she feel a strange consolation when she recalled the dream? She remembered that in her dream, the strange way of moving the forest made her both afraid and confused, but the light of the sunset on the tiger's face remained in her memory and lingering. The tiger told her to persevere and not give up.
The Tiger...
She turned around uneasily, trying to stretch her legs in the small space at the bottom of the cave. When she got up, the hair on her ear could touch the rock above her head.
The Tiger. Magnolia’s father, Aunt Rain, and Aunt Leaf told her many stories about tigers. These tigers always help when the dragon speaker needs help. In order to defeat the twilight, the hunted and died with him; the nocturnal walker, a young tiger, stole the dragon language stone in the thick legs of the golden monkey and divided the dragon into three, and reached out to the dragon-linguists.
Will her dreams come from outside of herself? Is it from a dragon, or from a tiger, or from her father?
Is there a tiger coming towards her?
Why me? What do I do for Tiger?
Magnolia tried to shake. She cannot rely on dreams. She must find a way to get out, to save Jasmine, to save herself.
Maybe, she thought, if I could do this, maybe it was worth the tiger coming to me.
Fragment from book 2 of arc 2:
He hastened to keep up with the cinnamon, relying on the trunk to stabilize his body and climb the hillside. Arriving at the top of the mountain, he saw the light rain pacing back and forth along a row of pine trees. She sniffed under the trees, staring at the next valley from time to time. Willow went to his mother, and the wind whizzed past them, thumping his fur.
Whether it is on this hillside, on that hillside, or on the muddy river beach at the bottom of the valley, there is no trace of the magnolia. Typically, from this vantage point, they can see several undulating hillsides and protruding rock columns in the distance. But now, these are all lost in the flying snow. Willows can smell the smell of snow in the air, and the smell is so vivid that the other smells and sounds in the kingdom of bamboo are blurred.
The smell of snow...
Suddenly, Willow remembered something.
Pepper!
A few days ago, Willow had just visited the older panda. Willow was listening intently to his story, and Pepper suddenly stopped and sniffed the air and said, "I smell the snow."
The Willow laughed.” It's not so cold!" He said softly, "And the southern part of the Southern Forest will not snow even in winter?"
“Of course!” Pepper said, "Maybe I imagined it."
But now the sky is snowing. Pepper can't really smell the snow a few days ago. Perhaps this is the light of his strange wisdom. It may also be related to magnolia, a white panda, the cousin of a snow leopard, lost in an untimely snow...
Is this a sign? Or is it a coincidence?
The willow’s feet hurt.
I don’t think we can find her, at least not here.
Willow didn’t like that intuition, and he never liked it. But this intuition is very real, very certain. He doesn’t know where that intuition comes from. Is it because he has caught a trace of fate floating through the air, or just because he has listened too much to his innermost fears.
But anyway, there was no trace of magnolia—no imprint, no fur, no smell.
Why did she leave? Why didn’t she tell us where she was going?
Unless she had really gone and the predator had been hurt, or had fallen off a cliff—of course, the latter was unlikely—it would be impossible—it would have been a secret to the Magnolia. The secret could be some conundrum, something she didn’t want her parents to know. Why can't Magnolia tell him?
When the new moon is combined, it always talks about some of the difficulties they encounter in their lives. Magnolia talked about the pressure of living in the mountains, she needs to adapt to the harsh environment, to deal with fierce predators. The lotus said of her dreams, in which the cedar was still with her, but the face of the cedar was blank, because she could not remember what her twin brothers looked like. Willow confided all his anxiety to both of them, because he took his mother's light rain as an example and wanted to be as good as her.
Until now, the new moon group will share everything.
His mother turned round, looked at him and cinnamon, sighed deeply. There was an expression on her face that wouldir was unfamiliar—failure. It is useless to find it. I don’t think Magnolia is here. I can neither see nor smell any of her, and the snow is falling and the more we can go back." The little rain said.
Willow nodded sadly, and cinnamon nodded in agreement. Together, they returned to the island, still struggling to find clues along the way—a footprint or a lump of fur. But the snow on the ground was thicker than before, covering all the traces of the magnolia they might have seen.
By the time they reached the shoal, the flow of the river had become very fast, and the trunks and branches floating on the river were full of snow, drifting down as the river drifted downstream.
They were not the first to come back—the leaves had returned, and the mist and cloves were there.
"It's like looking for a stone in the mountains." Leaf said, “Magnolia is a strong, capable panda, and she’s used to this kind of weather.” She may have lost her, and for some reason she decided to go home first."
“Anyway, the day of the meeting is over. Maybe she won't come back here again." Xiao Yu agreed, "Mist and cloves, you should go back and wait for her at home in the mountains."
