"This snow will last another one or two days." Feng Jin shook his head. "Shang Jing has always been like this. The snow comes earlier and earlier every year."
Jiang Pengji stared at the roof, which was covered with a thick layer of snow. Her brows twisted together and it seemed that she was concerned about something.
Until the Qionglin Banquet, the snow didn't show a sign of stopping. The whole Shang Jin was coated with white snow. However, the chilly weather was not going to stop the hustling banquet.
People were making toasts with each other, appreciating the dancing still. The female dancers with hourglass figures wore light blue, yarn-made dresses and danced in the snow like they were the goddesses from heaven that were about to fly away. Jiang Pengji noticed that they had bare feet and the bottoms of their feet were frozen so bad that they had turned red. She lost her interest all of sudden.