Chapter 697: 695 Return_1

The end of October brought biting cold winds to Winterfell City.

Every gust seemed to lower the temperature by one degree.

Frost had already touched the walls of Lion Roar Castle's, which was perched at the highest point of the city, glinting like a rainbow under the sunlight.

Although the chill had swept over the castle's rear garden, leaving everything desolate and bare, the inside of the greenhouse still retained vibrant colors.

The greenhouse was not large, but it was intricately built with natural crystals, letting the bright sun pour through the crystal dome onto the entire room. Small holes in the copper pipes that wound around the room spouted warm steam, maintaining a spring-like warmth in the greenhouse.

Only this way could they preserve a hint of vitality in the dying autumn.

The most abundant flower in the greenhouse was the blood rose.

Ever since returning from Silver Moon City, the blood rose had become the favorite flower of the lady of the castle.