"Aaah!"
Night Market Street was always peaceful and quiet in the early morning, but that day, a sudden scream shattered the calm.
Woken by the noise, Yue Wen came downstairs in his slippers to see what was happening. On the first floor, he saw Xing'er stumbling out as well, her hair a mess and her mind still foggy. Her slender brows were knitted, and she looked ready to blow up at the slightest provocation.
Qi Dian habitually got up early and had already arrived at the Agency for work.
Big White, meanwhile, lay in the oversized dog bed in the corner, snoring away.
Soon, Xing'er stepped outside the Agency and let out an identical scream. "Aaah!"
"My Grand General of the Nine Heavens, Mystic Prison, Netherworld, and Crimson Flames!" she wailed in a trembling voice.
After the heavy snowfall, a crooked, four-legged snowman had stood outside the Agency. Now someone had knocked off its unidentifiable head, leaving an irregular ball on the ground. It was quite a pitiful sight.
It was not just this snowman. All along Night Market Street, snowmen outside many of the shops had had their heads knocked off, including quite a few beautifully made ones.
"Who'd be bored enough to do this? Probably some kids with no manners," Yue Wen remarked casually.
"They really must have nothing better to do," Qi Dian agreed.
Only Xing'er crouched on the ground, cradling the irregular round head as she lamented, "Grand General! You stood by me through wind and rain, over mountains of blades and through seas of fire. I meant to grant you a lifetime of wealth and glory, but how could you fall on the eve of my coronation-"
"This ugly snowman had such an elaborate backstory?" Yue Wen asked in surprise.
"I don't think this general