That day, the temperature dropped to the lowest point of the year, and snowflakes finally began to fall inside and outside the city, a vast expanse of whiteness.
"This year's first snowfall came later than usual." Lv Gang said, looking at the snowy scene outside the window from the elegant room in Chunfeng garden.
Liang Chuan Mountain, sitting beside him, dressed in a dark-colored embroidered daily robe, finished a cup of hot wine, exhaling in relief, feeling much more at ease.
"I haven't been here in a while, and it's indeed as comfortable as ever."
In the past half-year, Liang Chuan Mountain had been busy with his duties as Director, establishing connections, building authority, and organizing the Patrol Armor Bureau, wishing he could live there daily, leaving little time for relaxation.
Now, finally stabilizing his position and sorting everything out, he found time to revisit Chunfeng garden with his trusted aides, Lv Gang and Song Changming.
