The lead-gray clouds drifted across the low sky, and the faint blue daylight cast shadows of varying depths on the jade tiles and vermilion eaves.
Long Xiliang walked across the snow, his tall figure wrapped in a black suit, with broad shoulders draped in a black coat, like a cape on an emperor's shoulders.
The bodyguard walked behind him, holding an umbrella in his hand, yet not opening it.
Earlier, when he wanted to hold the umbrella for Long Xiliang, he was refused by Long Xiliang. Such wind and snow were nothing to him.
The white snow adorned his attractive sword-like eyebrows and jet-black hair. As he walked in the icy world, the snow resting on his hair and shoulders hadn't melted.
The strong wind swept by, filling the black coat draped over his shoulders, making it billow like wings spread outward.
"Has it been snowing in Beijing recently?" Long Xiliang suddenly spoke up, and the bodyguard beside him quickly replied:
