Inside a certain floor.
The curtains were not drawn, casting a faint light from outside, faintly glimpsing some scenes inside.
The night gradually deepened.
The storm and snow came, battering against the window.
Because the sound of the north wind howling was too loud.
The poor moonlight was scattered and sparse.
It was probably around the second half of the night when the blizzard in Beijing finally began to subside.
However, after the onslaught of the blizzard, the city seemed to fall into disarray, even a tree branch by the roadside was broken in half.
People began to stir at dawn, and cleaners also equipped themselves with tools, started work early, tidying up the mess left behind by the storm.
The snow had thickened the road surface by a few centimeters, undeniably, Beijing was already congested early in the morning.
The sound of traffic below was incessant, horns blaring one after another.
