"Steward Huang didn't agree to let them in. They said that they'll stand at the entrance of the courtyard and bow to you."
As the old woman spoke, she pointed out of the corridor.
Separated by the messy courtyard and the snow, they could see Steward Huang, who was 70 to 80 feet away, wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. He and a young man were talking as they walked to the entrance of the courtyard through the snow.
The slender young man had his back to Gu Yanfei and was holding a tung oil umbrella to block the snow. At this moment, the sky was dark and the snow was too heavy. She could only vaguely see that he was wearing a red robe with a long body and a graceful figure.
The moment the young man walked to the entrance of the courtyard, the surrounding crows seemed to have become mute and fell silent.
There was a dead silence in the courtyard and outside, as if time had frozen at this moment.
