The snow in Chang'an City is falling in white again.
It's obviously early spring in March, where did the snow come from? Lin Chen was puzzled. Turning back from the city wall, the man's face happened to be in his field of vision.
Fu Yilan looked at Lin Chen with a smile: "It's cold and freezing outside. You run out every day, do you mean to make me anxious?"
Lin Chen turned his head and ignored him. Fu Yilan was neither angry nor annoyed, and she took the fur robe from the servant and put it on Lin Chen in a good-tempered manner. The man in the fur robe was shaken, and he pointed at the Yinhe Mountain outside the city gate, with a hoarse voice: "This is my country."