The storm roared outside, the snow lingering affectionately. Large snowflakes drifted leisurely from the dark grey sky, blown off course by the winds from all directions.
The blizzard had lasted only an hour, yet the land was a vast expanse of white. Hills and valleys, tall buildings, all were wrapped in a layer of snowy white.
In the Imperial Capital, frequently shrouded in smog, such clean snowfall was indeed a rare sight. The last time it snowed was in early December!
While a wild wind raged outside, inside dormitory 503, a different scene unfolded.
He Qing was held firmly by Yu Dandan and Lu Shaodan, sitting obediently on the edge of the bed without any intention of struggling.
