After a bit of commotion at the entrance, the three of them bought tickets and entered.
Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin had now come to the Summer Palace for the third time.
The scenery inside the Summer Palace was nice and its reputation resounded. More importantly, it was close to Yan University, making it one of Luo Ziling's favorite places to visit, just like the Summer Palace. For someone like Luo Ziling who loved history, the former imperial gardens held no small allure.
The snow was still falling and seemed to be getting heavier.
Inside the Summer Palace, the snow had already piled up, and as people walked, they left deep footprints.
"The snow will be heavier tonight; by morning, it's certain to be thicker," Luo Ziling looked up at the sky and smiled, "But this snowfall isn't very heavy. When I stayed in a small village in the Northwest for a few days, each year I'd see at least half a meter of snow, making it tough for people and livestock to get around."
