C141 Father and Son
The snow on the pine tree in the courtyard of the Banquet Night Courtyard hadn't melted yet. Tiny needles were topped with white, and the cold wind made them sway slightly. Perhaps the wind wasn't strong enough, as the snow remained undisturbed.
Yan Li stood outside, holding a warming stone, watching the scene through the window. Inside, the "father and son" had different expressions
