Miao Ruolan experienced Zhou Xi's feelings.
She infused Zhou Xi's New Year with an element of warmth in her own way.
A heap of New Year goods prepared for Zhou Xi.
Even the detective agency's little car was left for Zhou Xi.
She rode her electric bike back to Huashi Bridge.
Zhou Xi stood at the detective agency's door, watching her silhouette gradually fade away on the street, the cold wind moistening her eyes...
At this moment, in the distant Luoba State, the Alpine Mountains.
The same cold wind blowing through.
The same ice-cold scenery.
On a mountain peak, a withered tree, a young lady in white mink coat, quietly standing under the tree.
She gently stroked this withered tree as if touching a deceased relative.
With a soft, tearing sound, the withered tree cracked open.
Poof!
The cracks grew more and more...
A gust of wind blew, breaking the tree piece by piece...
The lady in white lightly waved her hand, the tree scattered, disappearing as if it had never existed.
