Outside the window, snowflakes drifted in a flurry, and the red plum blossoms of winter bloomed with unbridled beauty, their scarlet petals set against the white snow to create a breathtaking scene.
Inside, a small red-clay stove crackled as the fire burned brightly, occasionally emitting crisp snapping sounds. Four people sat around the hearth, where a pot of tea was heating, filling the air with a rich aroma.
Jiang Zhi held a pair of tea tongs, expertly rinsing the cups with lazy, unhurried grace. Every movement he made was a pleasure to watch.
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