It's snowing heavily in Qing'an Mansion. The snow is falling really hard, and it's blowing like it's trying to cover up all the dirty things in Qing'an Mansion.
Chen Luo, smelling of alcohol all over his body, was wandering around the deserted street.
He failed the imperial examination again, and he felt depressed, just like the cold wind on this winter night, which made his bones hurt.
"You loser! You drink all the time! How can you be worthy of me and your mother!"
His father's scolding words were still ringing in his ears.
Chen Luo wiped it hard on his face, trying to get rid of the feeling of sluggishness from his face, but he couldn't get rid of it.
He knew in his heart that his father was doing this for his own good, but the road to the imperial examination was just like the road to Shu, very difficult to walk!
