The snow had been falling for about five or six hours now, showing no signs of stopping. The whole world was a vast expanse of white, and even in the bustling Imperial Capital, the surroundings were empty and silent all around, not even the perennial snack stands were in sight.
In the distance, the blue waterproof canvas roof of the barbecue restaurant was now piled with a thick layer of white snow, its contours no longer discernible.
He Qing walked alone in this vast expanse, leisurely as if strolling in a courtyard, without a trace of impatience. The cotton-like snowflakes fluttered about, especially when standing under a streetlight, it felt as if the entire world was rising, descending from the sky and ground. That kind of dizzying sensation could only be brought about by nature.
