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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
According to the rumors' truth, the next day, the weather took a sudden drop. Following that, two days of extreme cold ensued. It was just before the winter solstice, and the bone-chilling cold began to deeply penetrate Shengjing, so much so that a few extra breaths taken outside would lead to an unbearable dry chill in one's nostrils, forcing one to cover and rub their nose.
The second floor of the small building was as tranquil as ever, with only Pei Ye sitting at the desk reading. His eyes always glancing toward the backyard when he turned a page.
Under the dim night sky, the surface of the water was still but showed no sign of freezing.
In fact, the small pond in the mansion's courtyard was the same, as if the cold had drained its energy, too; the wind left no ripples. It indeed felt like the heavy water of winter, yet there was no ice.
There were even fragile ice chunks appearing in the washing basin.