Snow fluttered through the sky.
Another winter had come.
In a small three-story house on Grey Stone Street.
Young Wei'er, wrapped in thick clothes, with her cute little face lively and charming, and a fluffy tail hanging between her legs, sat on the steel staircase leading down from her house, holding her chin and daydreaming.
Her light red eyes seemed somewhat listless, beside her lay a small drawing board with several carelessly drawn lines.
The falling snow kept landing on her hair and the drawing board before completely covering it.
Wei'er muttered to herself, "Why hasn't Mom come back yet?"
Every day her mother would go out twice.
She'd leave early in the morning after leaving breakfast, but she would return to make lunch, then go out again in the afternoon and not return until almost dark.
It seemed that at least twenty minutes had passed since the usual time she came back.
"Ah-choo—"
Wei'er sneezed lightly.
She hugged her little body tightly, shrinking her neck.
