Ye Feng followed behind Aunt Irene, weaving through the winding streets and alleys. The cold wind bit at his cheeks like ice blades, and the buildings along the street were dimly silhouetted in the hazy twilight, exuding a touch of mystery. Along the way, shop signs swayed in the wind, making a creaking sound, while stray cats occasionally darted out from street corners and vanished into the darkness.
At last, they arrived in front of a spacious courtyard. The courtyard walls were built of rustic brick and stone, overgrown with emerald vines that somehow retained a trace of vitality even in this cold season. The courtyard gate was made of heavy solid wood, carved with delicate patterns that remained faintly visible in the dim light.
"Quite luxurious, after all," Ye Feng thought to himself, standing before the courtyard, though compared to his own family's estate, it was still somewhat small.
Chapter 36