As night fully descended, the sky suddenly began to snow. It was real snow, not the sleet from before.
To enjoy the snowfall, everyone moved to the flower hall.
High-quality charcoal was burning in the stove for warmth, and all the Chinese wooden doors were open, offering an unobstructed view of the snow falling in the courtyard outside.
The silent servants carried Crystal Palace lanterns, lit the oil inside, and hung them under the porch, illuminating the courtyard as if it were daytime.
The red plum trees planted in the courtyard looked all the more radiant against the backdrop of the white snow and the lights.
Rainy days pair best with tea.
White snow, red plum, incense burner, ancient house, and a man from ancient times like an Immortal, brewing tea gracefully.
Aside from the sound of falling snow, there was only the sound of water and the slight crackling of firewood.
Everything felt so leisurely and tranquil, like a picture of a peaceful time.
