Just like on last New Year's Eve, when I traveled countless miles to be with her, she had instead built a large snowman that uncannily resembled Huang Xiaojue and was crying in a corner.
There was no reply from him, and Yan Xixi didn't pay him any mind either. Her thoughts were entirely focused on quickly finishing the scarf.
There was a knock on the door. Wan Donglin said in a deep voice, "Come in."
His assistant entered, holding a thick stack of photos.
"Third Master, here's what you requested."
He took them and began looking through them, one by one.
