The air was filled with a bleak coldness, imbued with a withered chill.
Yet the entire Imperial City was enveloped in a joyous atmosphere. For the Huaxia people, the most important Spring Festival had arrived, with children setting off crackling fireworks, and at night, brilliant fireworks lit up the black sky.
"It's a pity Mother can't celebrate this year."
On a pedestrian street, two figures walked side by side.
One was a young man dressed in a long black down coat, with slightly long hair tied up, a handsome face, and deep eyes that occasionally flashed with a sharp light. As he gently opened his mouth, the breath he exhaled quickly turned into a cloud of white vapor in the cold air.
