As the sun rose and the temperature grew hot, the snow that had fallen on the streets for half the night gradually began to melt, revealing the original bluestone pavement.
The number of people on the streets also started to increase.
The melting snow on the branches quietly formed a string of crystal-clear droplets that dripped down, landing on Jiang Shouzhong's shoulders.
The man was completely unaware,
just staring blankly at a wild weed by the road, as if his soul had left his body.
It took a while before the coolness that seeped into his clothes brought him back to his senses.
Jiang Shouzhong exhaled a breath of stale air and took another look at Zhang Yunwu's distant home, silently proceeding along the damp stone path, with a "squeak, squeak" sound coming from his footsteps now and then.
Jia Ye did not wait as expected, probably off courting Qing Niang at the Spring Rain Building again.
This guy was naturally a bootlicker.
