Night fell.
Ye Xingchen sat in front of the French window on the top floor and looked out of the window after dinner and a shower.
The vast expanse of whiteness was covered by a patch of gray.
It had been snowing for more than 20 consecutive days. Even the official news had begun to collapse. No experts came out to speculate when the snow would stop.
The world seemed to have suddenly come to a halt, and they could only rely on weak signals to connect to the outside world.
Suddenly, Ye Xingchen seemed to see something arching in the snow in the distance.
He thought that he was just staring at the snow for a long time and was a little snowblind. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, went back to his room, and lay on the bed.
It was already very late. The time on the phone screen showed that it was already past eleven o'clock and almost twelve o'clock.
