The night was deep and the wind strong; layers of snowflakes, like white waves rolled up, howled and roared chaotically, enveloping Xinzhou City within.
The light from Chunpei Academy reflected on the woman's fair cheeks, giving the night an ethereally vague glow.
Feng Yun sat in front of the wooden desk, with a small furnace beside her glowing with bright charcoal fire, warming a pot of hot wine. Wen Xingsu sat opposite her, surrounded by stacks of ledgers, on the freshly inked yellow paper where numbers were chaotically written, and copper coins, gold, and jewelry were scattered all around.
Wen Xingsu couldn't help but smile as he let out a light sigh.
"You're prepping for New Year in the middle of the night? Surely there's no need to be in such a rush."
"Better safe than sorry," Feng Yun said, clicking the abacus and looking up at him, "The years and months ahead are many, and with so many to feed, it's better to have a plan in mind early to remain calm when things happen."
