After the snow had melted, the sharp wind cut like a knife. In Xinzhou City, the atmosphere was tense, as everyone waited for the storm to pass and see how matters would conclude. However, inside Chunmeng Hall, where all eyes were focused, there was a relaxed and joyous atmosphere.
In the courtyard, a large snowman stood, its hand grasping a steel knife, its waist adorned with a bright red silk ribbon, while paper-cut decorations clung to the windows. The warm air from the hearth formed droplets on the windows, creating a sense of tenderness and hope in the chilly world outside.
Madam Ao said, "It was only after we entered Chunmeng Hall that I remembered, the New Year is approaching."
The New Year was a time for family reunion.
This year, it was still uncertain where and how it would be celebrated.
Ao Zheng glanced at her, feeling a heavy weight in his heart.