Exiting the Jing Qi building, the biting cold wind hit Chen Cheng as he took a deep breath; the winter in Beijing was dry and cold.
Cao Yue's family and Chen Cheng, along with Xiao Meier, shared a car en route to tonight's destination.
The car smoothly traversed the broad Changan Avenue, flanking buildings shimmered in the night, intensifying the festive atmosphere.
Finally, they turned into a quiet alleyway where high walls stood tall, occasionally revealing a corner of glazed tiles, exuding a stately presence of grand mansions.
The car stopped in front of a vermillion-painted gate, above which hung a plaque inscribed with three gold-gilded characters reading "Rong Shou Hall."
Gray tiles with green bricks, carved beams, and painted rafters, exuding an antique charm.
Inside the gate and past the screen wall, a spacious courtyard unfolded with a few plum blossoms standing proudly, their fragrance wafting in the air.
