Beiji City is covered in snow year-round, with snowflakes falling from the lead-gray clouds, silently drifting down, dyeing the world in a blanket of white.
You Su walked through the snow in a thick fur coat, wearing a fluffy felt hat with its ears hanging down to his temples; he pulled the collar up high, covering everything below his nose; coupled with his delicate sunglasses, his face was almost unrecognizable.
Such a mysterious disguise would attract extra attention in Zhongyuan Continent, but here in Beiao Continent, it's quite common. To resist the cold, many people wrap themselves up like this.
