Last year, November 22nd, night.
The snow had just stopped, and the road was covered in silver.
Feeling the unusual cold, Zhuo ya wrapped her Long Down Jacket tightly around herself and crossed the road across the road to the victory Hotel on the opposite side.
The weather was cold and there were few people. Only a few cars would occasionally drive by on the road.
Due to the repeated running of the car, some of the snow on the shoulder of the road had melted and mixed with the dust, forming an unbearable mud. After freezing, it had frozen into an ugly shape.
Zhuo ya didn't head toward the main entrance of Victory Hotel. Instead, she went around the main entrance and went to a small path that led to the parking lot.
After entering, she followed a secret path in the parking lot and came to one of the back doors of the hotel.
The back door was locked. She walked to the door and looked inside through the glass. Then, she knocked on the door gently.