Weimo shifted her gaze backward, spotting the two-story small building in the inner courtyard in the distance.
That was Chengguan Hall.
It was currently the first month of the lunar year, and two ancient plum trees in the courtyard were blooming with unbridled passion. Bright red small blossoms leaned slantingly against the second-floor window, looking against the backdrop of leftover patches of white snow as vividly red as if someone had casually scattered a handful of cinnabar.
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