On that day eleven years ago, the snow fell heavily, as if it wanted to engulf the entire city.
The Little Nian Beast hid in the alley, eavesdropping on the conversation between Lin Xingshi and the man while looking up at the dark blue sky. The fine snow drifted down, skimming over the power lines, landing on the tip of his slightly trembling nose.
Even though the Little Nian Beast wasn't particularly smart and didn't understand human relationships, he could tell from the conversation that he'd made a big mistake. It was because he left Hai Fan Mountain without saying a word and boarded that smuggling boat, which enraged the Year Beast Monarch, leading him to harm the people of Hai Fan City.
And because of this, Lin Xingshi's parents died.
But the Little Nian Beast was at a loss for what to do. He just curled up there, tightly hugging his knees, staring blankly as his feet sank deeper into the accumulated snow.
