"A timely snow promises a fruitful year!"
The first snow of the season arrived in the Imperial Capital without a sound.
The falling snow outside the window had already painted the entire courtyard white, and a thick layer had piled up on the small stone pavers.
A look of delight appeared in Su Chen's eyes. He immediately changed into some warm clothes and went downstairs.
It was no wonder Su Chen was so excited. Having grown up in the southwest, he had never truly seen it snow before. After all, people from Wudu are completely powerless against two things: snow and the sea.
They had a particular soft spot for snow.
As soon as he got downstairs, he saw Jiang Hui, Chen Fei, and Xiao Peng sitting in the living room, chatting as they brewed tea over a stove.
"Sir!" Seeing Su Chen, the three of them quickly rose from their chairs.
Su Chen waved his hand at them and hurried outside.
