The glazed tiles on the palace wall glowed coldly and faintly in the dusk, like the backbone of a dormant giant beast. Su Jin held on to the white marble railing, and the coolness on her fingertips penetrated into her bones along her blood veins. The wind carried the fine snow foam over and stuck to his temples. Before it melted, it was baked into a vague moisture by the body temperature - this was the first late spring cold since the beginning of spring. Just like the seemingly peaceful Forbidden City, everyone knew that there was a turbulent undercurrent hidden underneath.
