Outside, it was unclear when a light snow had begun to drift down.
Bai Wutong fastened her thick rabbit-fur cloak and stepped out of Tishun Hall. The biting cold wind rushed to meet her, but she felt no chill at all; on the contrary, her body and mind felt remarkably refreshed.
"Chan'er, count the days—it has been quite a while since I last checked on Zhaochun Hall," Bai Wutong said, her gaze fixed toward the direction of Zhaochun Hall.
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