After walking a few dozen steps along the pond from Meilin, the two of them suddenly came to the courtyard where Ethan Wang lived.
Ethan Wang originally lived in the most secluded western part of the Wang residence. To the west was a quiet bamboo forest, and beyond the bamboo forest was the quiet and misty Qinhuai River. As they walked along, the snow fell heavier and heavier. When they arrived at Ethan Wang's yard, a layer of snow fell on their shoulders.
The umbrella could not block the snowflakes coming from all directions. Adrian Tang's hair was covered with snow, and so was Ethan Wang's.
The two gray-haired young men closed their umbrellas and entered the house, instantly warming up. In the middle of the room, a basin of hot charcoal was burning, dispelling the chill from Adrian Tang's body. It was already late at night, and the water in the teapot had gone cold. Ethan Wang placed the kettle on the charcoal basin and heated it with a thin layer of wire mesh.
"It's night time and the servants are asleep, little brother, just drink some hot tea."
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