On the day of the winter solstice, the Imperial City welcomed a heavy snow that was rare for a decade.
In the streets and alleys, except for the sound of the wind, there was silence.
Except for a few night watchmen and the Imperial City guards responsible for night patrols, hardly anyone went out.
Due to the strong wind, the lanterns they carried had to be pasted with talismans in order to ignite a faint candlelight.
The streets of the Imperial City, squared and perpendicular, were covered in heavy snow, a blanket of silver white.
Perhaps due to the heavy snow, this night felt unusually long.
But amidst the darkness, suddenly there was a burst of fire – this fire was different from the candlelight of lanterns.
This fire was very bright.
Very dazzling.
