After nightfall, the light snow began to flutter down once more. Against the misty backdrop of the night sky, the cool luminescence of the "Creation of the World" was mostly obscured by clouds, with only chaotic shards of light diffusing through the gaps. The gas lamps from the streets and alleys were lit, one after another, casting light upon the floating snowflakes and creating an atmosphere of tranquility different from that of the usual hustle.
Fenna stood before the narrow window, staring out at the night view for a moment before sighing, "I don't think they've made the payment—and by now, they must have assembled a group of experts to crack the 'secret number' you left in the letter."
Duncan turned his head, "Is that really so exaggerated?"
Fenna turned to look at him seriously, "Did you specify what the string of numbers was for in the letter?"