It was afternoon, and the weather was clear. Through the window, one could see the blue sky and white clouds that were becoming increasingly rare in Jincheng.
The pale golden sunlight was especially welcome in winter. Not only was the ultraviolet radiation weak, but it also felt warm against the skin. Many people liked to go hiking, visit parks, or head out in other ways on days like this. Young people in particular loved finding a street stall and ordering a serving of spicy wolf-tooth potatoes, then going to an open-air teahouse for a cup of flower tea with unlimited refills, inviting friends to sit in the sunshine until their whole bodies grew warm.
Pulling open the curtains in Ji Weiwei's living room offered a sweeping view of Prefecture City River. Like people in the rest of Yizhou, the locals treated good winter weather as a treasure bestowed by heaven. As a result, both banks of Prefecture City River were packed with tea stalls, their rows of tables and chairs stretching like a long dragon, filled with Yizhou residents enjoying the fine weather.
People cracked melon seeds, basked in the sun, chatted and joked with relatives and friends, and played mahjong. Everyone was enjoying life and the sunlight. The voices were lively and the crowds bustling. An outsider from another province might have thought that the entire province of Yizhou had taken the day off.
Ji Weiwei helplessly walked over to the sofa and sat down.
She had always been helpless against An Yang's shamelessness—not just now, but ever since they were children. Whenever An Yang started acting shamelessly, she could never do anything about it.
Sunlight streamed through the window into the living room, adding a touch of warmth to the dark, chilly interior. But it only reached the