Three days later.
Snowflakes drifted down, gently settling on the ground, rocks, rooftops, and soil.
The rustling sound brought a certain calmness to one's heart.
But outside the shack, the hurried footsteps broke this tranquility, letting Li Yuan know... he was already in a brand new, unfamiliar environment.
Lady Yan stood under the eaves at the doorstep, tiptoeing to fasten the strap of the newly bought cloak for her husband. She then hugged his waist, resting her cheek against his chest, expressing a bit of concern, "Today is your first day at the Black Market..."
Li Yuan smiled and said, "There will be many such days in the future."
Lady Yan nagged, "There are many strong people in the Black Market, right? You..."
Li Yuan replied, "I will be careful."
Lady Yan acknowledged with a sound, handed him the oil paper umbrella and lunchbox.
Li Yuan took them, opened the umbrella, and walked into the snow.
