The harsh winter chill enveloped the Imperial City, where it snowed the entire night.
It was evening, with no sun, and the sky was covered in a gray haze, tinged with a sense of gloom, coldness, and oppression.
The streets were as bustling as ever, with pedestrians wrapped in thick clothing walking along, their breaths visible in the air, capturing the essence of winter.
White snow also covered the eaves and street lamps.
In a small alley, no less than a dozen stray cats gathered under an eave, eagerly devouring the food in front of them.
From time to time, they let out satisfied huffing sounds.
A frail young girl was slowly pouring cat food into the bowls before them.
Her head was lowered, her face obscured, yet her aura was unmistakably pure and cool, her movements leisurely.
The surrounding stray cats were not afraid of her; rather, a few that were full rubbed affectionately against her legs.
They emitted soft meows.
