Meanwhile, in the big house with high pillars, a woman just came out of the big door with white paint. His eyes glanced briefly at the paper he was carrying before actually stepping out of the big house without anyone following him. Dressed in his warm clothes with a scarf hanging around his neck, he walked towards the park road a taxi he had called earlier and got into it.
The gray car with light blue hues just sped away after a woman got into it, dropping it off at the previously designated address. While in the taxi, the woman continued to crumple the small paper she had brought with her since last night. His eyes looked out the glass as he continued to exhale steamy because of the cold, occasionally he tightened the scarf and thick jacket he was wearing to warn him if the cold had started creeping into his body.
