The snowstorm had raged for days, finally receding slowly, leaving the small town looking somewhat desolate under a blanket of silver.
Han Lei and her companions stepped out of the inn, greeted by a breath of fresh air. The long-missed warm sun shone on their faces, bright and comforting.
The snow on the street began to melt, and the sound of dripping water carried a sense of vitality.
Children cheered as they ran out of their homes, making snowmen and having snowball fights, their laughter echoing in the air.
After being delayed in Taoyuan County for three days, Zhao Zun and his group hit the road back to the Capital City.
Sitting in the carriage, Zhao Zun wore a gloomy expression. In those three days at Taoyuan County, apart from playing mahjong with them on the first day, Han Lei ventured outside despite the snowstorm for the following two days.
The result was not unexpected—she caught a cold.
