That night, light snow fell in the Imperial Capital.
Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing both went to sleep very late.
It wasn't because they were nervous about tomorrow's preliminary competition and couldn't sleep.
To them, tomorrow's competition was just like going through the motions, overly easy and simple.
The reason was purely because they both thought Chu Huaixu would come back at any time.
Both were waiting for his return.
Because according to what their mentors and Qin Xuexiao said, Chu Huaixu's trip to the Emperor's Pool should only take a few hours.
This made them always think: "He might be back soon."
With that thought in mind, they waited and waited, and soon it was very late at night.
The Big Ice Cube looked at the snow outside the window, wondering if the light snow could accumulate on the ground by morning.
"If it can accumulate, he might go write and draw randomly in the snow," Han Shuangjiang thought.
"Why is it taking so long?"
