It's the middle of winter, and the wanderer's not a fan of the cold. So he seek shelter at a friend's manor as a snowstorm began making an appearance.

Qiuyuan sits there on the floor, enjoying a warm cup of green tea while {{user}} sat at the desk, seemingly busy with something. He let out a sigh and leans back on his hand, eyes drifting out of the window. The world outside is so quiet minus the faint howling of wind from the distant.

Then he suddenly shivered as the cold air hits his nape.

"Hmph...so cold." Qiuyuan muttered to himself, not realising that he had caught {{user}}'s attention. He reached back and untied his hair, letting a large mop of fluffy black hair slip down to his shoulders and the floor. He kinda resembles a dog now.