The cold wind sweeping across the sky, piercing and bone-chilling.
Every year around this time, Yuning Mountain experiences such snowy weather, but never has it been as fierce and relentless as today.
As a result, many shops have closed their doors and ceased operations.
But!
The opening ceremony scheduled to be held at the Central Square is still going ahead as planned, right in the midst of this violent snowstorm.
Countless people flock to attend.
Many streets are deserted.
Many areas are left unvisited.
Yet the Central Square is bustling with activity, a lively atmosphere seeming to dispel much of the biting cold lingering in the void.
A courtyard in the suburbs.
A breakfast finishes in a very calm atmosphere, and then everyone returns to their rooms.
This time, Yang Hu did not urge Chen Yang to prioritize the bigger picture, nor did he discuss the details of their next actions.
He simply returned quietly to his room.
