Chapter 117

When my shoes stepped on the thick snow, the snow made a crunching sound from under the shoes. It's not clear when, but another crackling sound could be heard behind me. Our footsteps overlap each other.

I turned in the direction of the voice and only saw Tom who was wearing a beige jacket standing three meters away from me. Her lips pursed, her nose was red from the cold, her eyes were staring at me without even blinking. I turned and walked away. The morning sun radiated down from the sparse branches of the Chinese umbrella tree onto this long street. A thin layer of sunlight enveloped the snow that covered the land. A very beautiful sight.