The snow danced in the air, sealing the world in ice.
The entire world seemed quiet, like crystal, with the night as clear as ever.
The restaurant emitted a dim yellow light, reflecting on the white snow and tinting it with an orange hue, as if coated in breadcrumbs and fried in oil.
The owner held a quietly burning cigarette, its smoke rising straight up, like a thread of agarwood, with slight tremors causing the soft ash to fall away.
It shattered into pieces, misty and restless.
Clearly, at this moment, the owner's heart was not at peace, at least not as calm as it appeared.
He sensed a familiar aura in Li Che.
His expression became complicated.
The Big Black Dog was restless with excitement, its constantly wagging tail suddenly stopped, as if drained of strength, drooping completely.
The dog's eyes, as dark as black dates, stared at Li Che for a long time, its nose twitching constantly, clearly trying to sniff out that particular scent.
