Snowflakes fell all over the ground.
The snow particles on New Year's Eve hit the window lattice, making a sound like the scratching of some kind of creature's claws.
As soon as Lin Qiye put the word "" upside down on the door panel, a cold call came from outside the door.
"Mr. Lin, happy New Year."
His hand holding the doorknob paused, and his fingertips touched the old frost that had not yet been removed from the cracks in the wood.
The visitor was wrapped in a black coat that had been washed white, and half of his silver-gray hair was exposed under the hood. The brown paper bag held between his fingertips was seeping with cold mist, and there was a vague wolf head emblem printed on the corner of the bag.
"What you are waiting for," the other party's voice was very low, mixed with the sporadic sound of firecrackers in the distance, "you must dismantle it before midnight."
Lin Qiye took the paper bag and felt a sudden pain in his fingertips. When he lowered his head, he only saw snow falling on the back of his hand, quickly melting into water.
