Jing City…
The temperature was getting colder around the northern border.
In one of the tea houses in the city, a young man was dressed in a sky blue robe. His hair was tied with a similar color hair string. The color of the young man's outfit seemed to match the young man's carefree temper.
At this time, the young man was concentrating on the abacus on the table. His hand was holding a brush as he jotted down everything that he had counted.
On the side of the table, hot steam came out of the teacup. In the center of the room, a small brazier was set up to warm up the room. The surrounding was quiet and the only thing that can be heard was the rustling of the papers and the clacking of the abacus.
A knock was heard coming from the door.
The finger on the abacus stopped and Yu Feng raised her head to look at the door. "Come in."
The door slid open and a young man walked in with a smile on his face. "Xiao Feng, I'm back."
