The thirteenth day of the first lunar month, two days before the Lantern Festival, the streets of Lanjing were decorated with lanterns and colored banners. The major shopping malls, usually packed with people, were draped in red lanterns, and at night, even the streetlights on either side of the road cast a red glow.
The weather was fickle, a sudden return of cold after a brief warm spell. A bitter wind raged.
From morning till night, the sky was veiled by a gloomy film of churning, dark clouds. By afternoon, pellets of snow began to fall, followed by a drizzle as fine as ox hair that dampened the entire city.
A rare bout of sleet.
Several days had passed since that fiasco. He didn't know what Jiangg Ning and Jiangg Yao were thinking, but after that ordeal, Chen Yuan's life had finally fallen silent.
He hid at home alone, silent, spacing out, trying to sort out his chaotic feelings without anyone to disturb him.
He didn't even have to turn on his phone.
