The prodigals hadn't seen Yan Qing for several months, and each of them truly missed him terribly.
During the months Yan Qing had left the Capital, the prodigals felt that life lacked lustre, as if they had lost their pillar of support, lethargic and spiritless in everything they did. Their once favorite activities no longer held the same appeal over the past few months, and even their regular gatherings had become less frequent.
Moreover, this year's winter brought such heavy snow and bone-chilling cold that most of the time, they were too lazy to leave their residences, comfortably lounging inside like cats.
