On New Year's Day, the Jiangnan sky seemed to be tightly covered by a heavy lead-gray curtain, the oppressive hue weighing down on people's hearts as if it could fall at any moment.
The bitter cold wind was like countless sharp knives, rampaging across every inch of land at Taihu Lake Turtle Head, mercilessly cutting across people's cheeks, bringing a painful sting like a blade.
Despite the lingering festivity of the New Year still pervading the air, the overcast weather was like a veil of gloom, quietly casting an inexplicable sense of repression over everyone's hearts.
Madam Shi, the general's daughter poised as a fierce tiger, and Qi Meizhen, the Gang Leader of Jiangnan Cao Bang, stood out like a vibrant flower blooming in the cold wind, exuding captivating allure.
She wore an extremely luxurious and sufficiently thick brocade robe, meticulously woven from superior silk, embroidered with intricate and complicated patterns, which still shimmered faintly under the dim skies.
