Snowflakes were scattering about, and the wind could chill an unsuspecting person to the bone. Snow blanketed the peaks of the mountains with a white coat. The icicles were pellucid and sparkling. Under the sunlight, they looked like splendid sharp swords.
At the foot of the mountain, houses were covered with a thick layer of ice. On the awnings of the houses, there remained many long icicles.
Inside the four-story house, He Qing Man was wearing a snow fox-feather coat, subconsciously rubbed her palms and then blew out a small flow of warm air. She then mumbled, “Why did the weather suddenly become so cold without any warnings?”
There were only three people left in the house right now, including Pan Zhe, He Qing Man, and Cao Zhi Lan. The other people had either left with Gu Shao and Yu Qin or been kicked out of the house according to Shi Yan’s orders.
