In the biting cold of several degrees below zero, the girl who came to open the door was wearing a dark-colored cheongsam.
Her arms, as fair as lotus roots, were completely exposed.
The phrase "Aren't you cold?" almost slipped out before Ye Wan blinked her eyes and stepped over the threshold.
All the way there, Ye Wan was secretly impressed.
In the expensive Imperial City, someone had actually led a stream to create such a large hot springs estate — really… such extravagance soared to the sky!
It felt like walking into a garden in Jiangnan. Everywhere she looked, there were pavilions and terraces, bridges over gently flowing water.
There was a sense of refinement all around.
The snow was getting heavier, and the big fluffy flakes barely touched the ground before melting in a flurry.
The pine trees and bamboo at the corner of the wall were washed to an even more vibrant green.
One glance showed that the place was perfumed with the scent of money.