Lead-gray clouds were heavy on the glazed tiles of Luoyang Palace, and the broken snow was blown by the wind and rustled on the walls of the Vermilion Palace. It was like the "Ancient Style Broken Jade" pop-up sound effect that Sha Daye made for his clients a while ago. He huddled in the cold corner of the palace, tightening the stiff gray cloth under his clothes. The tip of his nose was red from the cold, and the white breath he exhaled was torn to pieces by the wind as soon as it dispersed.
"Still stunned? The noble's heater has gone out. Watch your skin carefully!"
