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The biting winter brought snow, and the howling winds seemed relentless. After more than ten days of heavy snowfall, blue skies remained elusive, the snow falling on and off. The distant lands were already covered in white, as if blanketed in thick cotton wool, and even the perpetually spring-like Luoluo City was shrouded in misty rain, the ground perpetually damp.
Another year's festival had come.
"Husband, it's just dawn. Isn't it a bit too early?"
"It's not early anymore. I'd rather wait outside my cave dwelling than be late and lose the proper etiquette," Gu Mengqing said in a deep voice, taking the gift box from his wife.
In recent years, he had gradually shown signs of aging. With the help of Chen Li, he now did some small business and no longer had to live on the edge of a knife as before. His days were comfortable, and he'd grown a bit corpulent, looking quite well-off.
