Avalanche Tide

Noah's hometown often experienced snow, so it was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

He casually built a small pavilion in the yard to take refuge from the snow.

The snow, thick as goose feathers, quickly accumulated on the ground, presenting a landscape draped in silvery white.

Moved by the scene, Noah felt compelled to sip a drink.

He called over Dong Li to warm some wine and brew tea, and casually play and sing a couple of tunes.

Listening to the wind, watching the snow, and savoring warm wine, the sweet singing of a beautiful woman intoxicated the soul...

Contentedly, he glanced at the girls having a snowball fight in the yard, chirping and chirping in high spirits, a smile of satisfaction curling at his lips.

With a wave of his hand, he stowed the brandy from the table into his expansive spatial storage and took out a bottle of milk.

Indeed, no matter how things changed, he was always a common man at heart.