The next day.
Jiang Ning opened his eyes.
He looked down and saw a slender arm resting on his chest.
He gently moved the arm away and got out of bed.
As he stepped out of the room, a gentle breeze brushed against him, the cold in the air piercing like a blade.
His gaze swept out the window, greeted by a vast expanse of white.
"It's snowing in the Royal Capital too!" he muttered, not surprised.
After leaving the palace feast last night, the air was frigid, black clouds obscuring the clear moon.
Before he slept, the night sky already had snowflakes falling.
Waking up to a blanket of snow was no surprise.
He pushed open the bamboo door, squinting his eyes.
The cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed inside the house.
He then closed the bamboo door again and stepped forward into the snow.
Crunch—
Crunch—
With every step, he could hear the snow compress underfoot.
Above him was a grey-black sky, with the first light of dawn appearing.
