Chen Ji drove the horse carriage, leisurely heading towards Eastern Hua Gate.
The snow from the previous few days had melted completely, and the shops lining the main street had already removed their boards early, steaming buns. The shop assistants lifted the steamers, and clouds of white steam billowed up.
Chen Ji leaned against the carriage, breathing in the icy cold air, and as he exhaled, it turned into white mist. He suddenly remembered, he hadn't thought about getting up early to fetch water in a long time.
Upon reaching outside the Eastern Hua Gate, Zhang Zhuo bent over and emerged from the carriage, just as Chen Ji was about to lead the horse carriage to the riverfront house, Zhang Zhuo called out to him: "Chen Ji."
Chen Ji turned around: "Hmm?"
