Jiang Nanshu stood at the doorway in the nightlife, watching Yang Jiashu and Jiang Yunchuan take Lu Qingyan to the hospital.
Xu Xi shivered with cold next to her.
Jiang Nanshu looked at the gloomy sky and the tiny snowflakes that began to fall, and she paused.
It was snowing.
This was Beijing's first snow.
"I'm not going to lie anymore," Jiang Nanshu said to Da Shachun. "I want to accumulate some virtue for myself, so death won't look too ugly."
Da Shachun: [...]
