On the night of New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers from the foot of the mountain was incessant. Up on the mountain, however, the residence was quiet and warm.
Xie Suzhi sat by the window of the guest room, watching the light snow drift down into the courtyard.
After the lively New Year's vigil they had all just shared, everyone had returned to their rooms to rest.
Xie Suzhi was the only one who couldn't sleep. He gazed at the distant silhouette of the mountains, hidden in the snowy night. The red lanterns hanging under the dark corridor looked like a lighthouse in the middle of a vast ocean.
Guiding lost travelers home.
From time to time, a patrolling black wolf would pass by outside. It would glance at him through the window before coldly withdrawing its gaze.
These fierce beasts, born and raised in the great mountains, definitely did not like interacting with people.
But for Shen Ningning's sake, they had become more personable.
