Rong City rarely got snow, especially at this time of year.
He left the bedroom, went downstairs, and opened the door. Jiang Cheng stood beneath the night sky, the streetlights casting a gentle glow.
Snowflakes drifted down in a hushed, strangely still night. It was as if he were the only person left in the entire city.
This unusual sight didn't arouse Jiang Cheng's suspicions. On the contrary, he only hoped the silence would last a little longer.
Great flakes of snow settled on his shoulders, and some turned his hair white.
Amid the swirling snow, the red figure and that face appeared before Jiang Cheng once more, as if in a daze...
The Fatty stood by the door, watching the doctor's back. He felt awful.
He could clearly sense the doctor's feelings, but it was all too late. Some things, once missed, were gone for good.
But neither the Fatty nor Jiang Cheng would ever have imagined that not far away, atop a building, stood two figures: one dressed in black and carrying a saber, the other in a vivid, blood-red dress.
Looking down at the figure beneath the streetlight, Wu Yingying curled her lips into a smile. She turned to the red-clad figure beside her. "I've done what I promised. Now... it's your turn to keep your promise."
As if that wasn't convincing enough, Wu added in a cold voice, "I have nothing to do with the idiot down there. This is a deal between us, so there's no room for haggling."
It took Wu Yingying a long time to tear her gaze away from Jiang Cheng. Then she turned her palm over, and several blurry apparitions appeared out of thin air on her pale fingertips.
They took all sorts of strange forms. One of them was unmistakably