Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

Amidst the snow-covered mountain paths,


a large-trunked jeep was moving slowly. Even with the windshield wipers on the highest setting, half the view was still blocked by the heavy snowfall.


In the passenger seat sat a golden-haired, blue-eyed young woman just past twenty,


Her muscular yet pale-skinned long legs were tightly squeezed and leaned against the car door, her gaze thoughtfully fixed on the dark window.


Driving was a refined young man wearing rimless glasses, dressed in a crisply ironed suit, with special gifts from other states placed on the rear seat.


"Dear, I didn't expect such heavy snow... If it keeps up, we might not be able to leave after dinner," the man said.


But the young woman kept her eyes on the outside, resolute, "No matter what, we leave after eating!"


Soon, a large French mansion situated at the foot of a snowy mountain came into view. When the vehicle entered the estate, they unexpectedly saw police lights flashing at the entrance.


Chapter 747 Snowstorm Mountain Villa