Suddenly, a figure rushed out, grabbed her hand, and ran with her to the end of the alley.
Lin Xingshi stared blankly. Little Nian Beast held her hand tightly, clasping her frozen right hand in his palm, running forward without looking back.
After a long while, Lin Xingshi finally stared at his back, asking softly:
"...Where can we go?"
Little Nian Beast did not answer. He just ran vigorously on the snow, panting heavily as if he wanted to leave all his worries behind.
The boy and girl ran in the vast white world, their figures seeming ready to be covered by the heavy snow at any moment. But with each step they took, they left footprints in the snow, overlapping and stretching forward, as if heading somewhere far away.
After some time, the boy finally stopped and looked up at the old apartment building.
He brushed the snowflakes off the girl's head, led her to the backyard, and climbed in through the open window. Then he closed the window and drew the curtains.
