Before Yu Jian realized it, he had stayed in Yuanxi Town for more than a month. Under the disguise of taking care of official matters, he kept on delaying and delaying and in the end, winter arrived. The whole town seemed like they were blanketed by a cold layer of white mat. The temperature was freezing, and the snowy scenery gave off a sense of loneliness and pureness.
The sign of life in trees dimmed, the original flaming red leaves withered off, reduced into bare trunks and branches. Snowflakes drifting down along the wind. Steam billowing out every time one breathed, with palms rubbing against each other. In that kind of situation, there wasn't anything more wonderful than staying at home and seeking warmth near the fireplace.
Yu Jian had been feeling so comfortable that he was very reluctant to leave.
