The servants had warmed up the fireplace earlier, so compared to downstairs, there were far fewer decorations here.
A fire burned in the fireplace of the room, a whole piece of wool carpet covered the entire room, with a sofa and table placed in front of the fireplace, and not far away, a piano stood.
Other than that, there was nothing else.
The style was very simple, inexplicably matching the vast snowy landscape outside. Sitting on the sofa, one could feel a sense of tranquility as if all things in the world had quieted down.
Fu Siyu glanced around and noticed there was no hot water on the table, "Sit here for a moment, I'll get some hot water from downstairs. Would you like tea or coffee?"
"Tea," she replied.
"Alright, I'll get it for you."
After Fu Siyu left, the room became even quieter.
Once the snow on the roof reached a certain thickness, it began to slide off, the snowflakes brushed against the glass, making a faint sound.
