At the beginning of December, the weather had turned cold. A bleak winter wind brought a light snowfall, and the streets of Fangting City had grown much paler in winter.
The pale sky was lofty and vast. Though sunlight shone down, it brought not a trace of warmth. When the cold wind blew past, it carried a faint howl, as if nature itself were roaring.
It was the weekend, yet there were few pedestrians on the streets. Cold permeated every corner of the roads. The few people who ventured outside wrapped themselves in heavy winter clothes and endured the chill biting at their cheeks as they crossed the gray-white pavement. The city's bustle had been scattered by the wind, leaving behind only silence and desolation.
In weather this cold, most people preferred to spend their rare weekend indoors with the heat turned all the way up.
The streets outside were bleak and frigid, making the indoor heating all the more precious. A pane of glass divided the cold from the warmth into two separate worlds, while the lingering condensation on the window seemed to speak of the outdoor chill's unwillingness to retreat.
With a "Hah," Lin Xiaolu breathed mist onto the glass. Watching the patch of fog gradually shrink, she idly drew a crude smiley face on it. She peered through the gaps in the smiley at the lonely scene outside, but still did not see the person she was waiting for. Then she glanced back at Xia Liang, who was lying sideways on the sofa playing on her phone, and could not help sighing.
"Why isn't Larkspur back yet?"
"I feel like you're asking about Larkspur, but there's something else hidden in what you mean."
Xia Liang stared at her phone screen without looking back, her voice languid. "Is