On the other side, at Yearn Residence where the lights shone brightly, many villas were connected by a long corridor, forming the Tai Chi Bagua Formation.
At night, seen from above, the warm yellow lights shining over the beautiful gardens made this Christmas look dazzling and colorful.
Ai Xiang had long instructed the servants to hang festive lanterns along the corridor.
The house had many rooms, and though there were few people and some coldness, it was still extraordinarily lively.
Because of its high geographic location, it was much colder here than in the city.
Ai Xiang, as usual, was dressed in a white suit, spotless.
He sat by the window with a piece of muslin draped over his knees, a beautiful white cat lying on it. At his feet, a golden retriever lay on the floor, dozing off.
The servants bustled about preparing dinner, setting the table, having earlier cleaned every corner of the room meticulously.