C68 Auction of East Star Spot

The night was silent, and the city had been blanketed with snow all night. By morning, a thin layer of frost had formed on the plum trees, glistening like glass tiles under the sunlight.

Zuoyu stood quietly amidst the wind and snow, lost in thought. Her white dress, dusted with a touch of snow on her brow, made her look like a figure from a painting.

Zi Luo, bundled tightly in her coat