Under the winter snow, is there anything more pleasant than drinking like this?
Yes, there is.
Drinking like this in the company of a soulmate.
After the drink warms the body, writing poetry in the snow—that’s a unique charm all its own.
Zhao Wujiang looked up at the gray sky like a child gazing at the stars in the night, his eyes shimmering with tiny pinpricks of light. As the sky grew darker, the Green Ant wine in his hand began to freeze into thin, amber-like ice. The charcoal in the red clay stove burned out, leaving only thin, curling wisps of blue smoke. He kept his head tilted back, watching the sky, his eyes becoming increasingly deep and brilliant.
Heaven watches what mortals do, oblivious to shame.
Mortals watch what Heaven does, oblivious to fear.
The heat of the wine dissipated from his body, and the cold wind danced around him. Finally, he lowered his head, and a ripple of pure energy blossomed across the snowy courtyard.
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