Guli Tea Fragrance

By the moat, several young girls were building a snowman on the bank, their cheerful laughter ringing out from time to time.

Yu Guo and Hong Fu, meanwhile, were wrestling on the frozen river, with the occasional vulgarity drifting over.

The doors of the Seventh Branch stood open, and Female Voice stood gracefully within, holding a fluffy shawl.

Her crescent-shaped eyes were beautiful, and a sincere smile rested on her face.

Snow did not come easily in this city. It had been many years since such a heavy snowfall.

Not only were the staff delighted, but even she had been swept up in their joy.

When the laughter reached her, she turned to look at the familiar old seat beneath the seventeen memorial portraits.

The wind blew Ji Li's long hair into motion, while sparks continued to fall from the cigarette between his fingers onto the spotless tabletop.

His eyes were half-closed, as though he were asleep, yet also as though he were watching the people outside.

Female Voice did not disturb him. She put on her shawl, walked out of the hotel, and headed toward the riverbank.

Who knew how long this rare peace and comfort lasted.

Yu Guo returned from outside wearing a cotton cap, his entire body covered in clumps of frozen snow. He yanked off his cap and shook out the snow, his face red.

"A Four-Star Promotion Mission, and you still have time to loaf around?"

Cold snowflakes splashed onto Ji Li's face, melting into droplets that slowly ran down and forced him to open his eyes.

Ji Li wiped away the water with the back of his hand, frowned at Yu Guo, and snapped in a low voice:

"Get lost."

A hearty smile appeared on Yu Guo's flushed face. He stopped what he was