After more than a month of convalescence, the New Year was fast approaching.
The leg injury was not very serious, but there was still a slight limp when she walked.
The gunshot wound on her shoulder, the abrasions on her body, and the cuts on her legs had all healed, only the injury in her foot lingered in the bone.
As the new year drew near, it also ushered in the winter season. Yet, the city where she lived had mild weather all year round, with the occasional storm, but never bitterly cold.
Suddenly, she yearned to see snow.
If only it could snow, how wonderful would that be?
She remembered as a child, she would wear thick down jackets and cotton-padded coats, with fuzzy gloves, playing in the snow-covered roads and fields.
White, pure and unblemished.
"What are you looking at?"
Xu Yuan suddenly appeared behind her, patting her shoulder as she stared out the window lost in thought.