The lantern flickered, casting a dim, yellow halo that pierced the cold air, illuminating the snowflakes drifting into the courtyard, forming intertwining shadows of light.
Xiang Mansion.
Under the lantern light, two people sat facing each other.
"Master." Chu Ming bowed his hands in greeting.
"Is the snow outside heavy?"
Xiang Yue looked at the snowflakes on Chu Ming's shoulders, his expression somewhat solemn.
Living in this mansion, he hadn't gone out for a long time.
"It's heavy." Chu Ming brushed his robe, and unmelting snowflakes fell.
There is a courtyard in the mansion where snow can fall, but he knew his master was not talking about the snow.
"Cold, right?"
"Quite cold."
"The north is colder."
"..."
The two conversed in such a plain manner, sounding like casual small talk.
"North Snow County has eleven months of winter, and it snows for eight months." Xiang Yue looked at the heavy snow outside, his expression turning somewhat grave again.
