December was an extremely cold period for Nanmu.
It was not snowing, but when the cold winds blew, it would send a chill right into the bone.
The long stretch of desolate mountains and wilderness made the heart feel heavy.
Xiang Wan dared not wound down the window till they reached Nanmu City.
Nobody knew why this city was called Nanmu.
When Xiang Wan initially heard of the name, she had thought it sounded artistic, but after seeing the situation at the town of Jiang Zhong, she had already labeled Nanmu as a backward city…
And the truth was, she was right.
Even though Nanmu was a city, it wasn't any bigger than the districts of the big cities.
