A Habit of Farewells

No one knew how much longer this snow would continue to fall.

Although it made the city more beautiful, it also hindered traffic to a certain extent and affected some people's travel.

Su Chenghe stood before the floor-to-ceiling window in a bathrobe. White mist had already spread across the glass, preventing him from seeing the world outside.

He shook his head slightly, then turned to look at the three items laid out on the table.

A Bone-Chilling Dagger, a white Patient Gown, and a cartoon hair clip.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from outside, and a gust of cold wind swept in, dispersing the room's bookish fragrance.

Wang Da Chui's tower-like body rushed in hurriedly, making the floorboards creak beneath his feet.

"Manager, I knew something felt off. It really ended on your side."

Su Chenghe seemed long accustomed to this scene and said nothing. He merely bent down to pick up the Calligraphy Scrolls that had been blown to the floor.

As he did so, Wang Da Chui stepped forward to inspect him carefully, then patted his chest.

"Looks like you're fine. That's a relief."

After saying that, he suddenly fell silent, as though recalling something. His gaze settled on the three items on the table.

He barely glanced at the first two, instead staring at the cartoon hair clip for a long time.

After a while, he let out a heavy sigh and said in a muffled voice:

"Little Ou still couldn't make it through..."

Holding the Calligraphy Scrolls, Su Chenghe walked to the desk with a wistful expression. He picked up the hair clip and gently rubbed it between his fingers, his voice low.

"Little Ou did her best."

"I never should have agreed to let her go."

He set down the hair clip, returned the