Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and the days had entered November.
Zhulan looked out at the snowscape beyond the door. It was the first snow of the year, and it was coming down heavily. In less than an hour, the ground was already covered.
Zhulan signaled Liu Ya to lower the curtain, and the room instantly darkened. It's been years since Zhulan came to the ancient era, and she grew increasingly averse to gloomy weather. Whenever the skies were overcast, it felt like nighttime even during the day, necessitating the lighting of candles for more brightness.
This atmosphere could easily depress someone, and Zhulan missed glass windows.
Zhulan yawned, having just woken up not long ago, she already felt drowsy again. This weather was perfect for sleeping.
