The night quickly passed.
In the early morning, the moment Lin Lan pulled open the curtains, an unbroken expanse of pale white immediately greeted his eyes.
Winter had finally arrived.
The sky was gloomy, and the first snowstorm by the sea came with particular ferocity; the heavy snow had already blanketed the entire world in just the latter half of the night.
Lin Lan returned to the dining table, where a sharp-eared little girl was sitting, trying her best to munch on a hard biscuit.
The little maid had enthusiastically offered to serve breakfast to the Lord, but in the end, she couldn't resist eating breakfast first herself after setting the table.
Lin Lan also followed Lisa's lead, putting a biscuit in his mouth and chewing it hard.
Today's biscuit was pine-flavored; not bad, quite nutritious.
"Eat slowly, there's enough biscuits."
