Chang'an City has fallen into the night, it is cold and dim, and the wind is blowing the heavy snow in the sky, like a sharp blade, blowing into people's bones.

Blowing up the red hem, it’s cold and ruthless.

At night, the sky is dark.

There are no people on the street tonight, it is desolate and deserted.

Xie Xun walked down the street step by step, searching everywhere he could.

I searched for two hours and found no one.

When the long boots trample across the snow, they make a subtle sound, cold and monotonous, the ice and snow slap on the face, being ignored indifferently, showing more and more coldness and ruthlessness in the snowy night.

It's really cold tonight.

He thought casually,

The road must be difficult to walk.

Can Meng Tangan bear it?

She is the most squeamish person. She will cry out in pain even if she makes a small fuss. She will be aggrieved by just one word, and she is coaxed and pampered.
Chapter completed!