Zhao Changhai smiled warmly, reaching out to push open the window, clearly wanting to see more clearly.
As the window opened, the cold wind immediately gusted in, soft snowflakes gently fell on Zhao Sihai's wrinkled face.
His apprentice near him was greatly alarmed at this.
"Master, the weather is cold, your body is old… Let's close the window."
"No need."
Zhao Sihai let the snowflakes fall on his face. Once that thought occurred to him, being brushed by the chilly wind did not make him feel cold, instead, he felt as though it was his family caressing his face.
He closed his eyes, a look of enjoyment on his face, he gently said, "In my life, the only thing I loved was the snow."
The expressions on the faces of the other apprentices were full of worry.
Liking the snow… it wasn't a surprise, everyone under Old Zhao knew it, but the old man's body couldn't withstand it.
