Under the long night, snowflakes drifted down.
The grand building, under the glow of Fire Spring at night, seemed edged with gold, like a heavenly palace descending upon the dark earth.
Qin Ming climbed the white marble steps, looking at the red lanterns hanging on both sides of the gate, and the pair of stone auspicious beasts on the ground. A flood of familiar sensations overwhelmed him, as if everything from the past was still before his eyes.
Returning to the old place, his emotions were mixed, after all, he had lived here for about ten years.
For a moment, he seemed to return to the past, seeing himself from childhood to youth.
In front of him, Master Cui and Madam Cui were always stern and serious. Even with a smile, there was a lack of warmth. Later, he understood that it was a kind of estrangement.
