Chapter 388 How the Refined Steel Becomes Weakly Twining Across the Fingers?

When the snow stopped in the early morning, the dry branches of many rose bushes in the courtyard were covered with thick snow. As the cold wind blew, the bushes rustled with snow. Leng Qingtang went out of the guest room and saw the snow in the courtyard was swept. On the table in the lobby on the first floor, there were a few dishes with delicate shapes.