Chapter 472
The current weather is cold, and her hands feel sort of empty.
Gloves are too boring. If she had a small, cute companion to carry around, she could warm her hands by just reaching into her pocket.
Having thought about this, she decided to check out a pet store later.
Unexpectedly, Layla Lowell was still busy until five or six o'clock and hadn't finished yet.
By now, she had awoken.
There was a cup of cooled coffee and small cakes beside her.
She stretched lazily and walked over to look down at the city from the window.
The night had fallen, the lights were beginning to shine, and suddenly, fluffy snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Tonight was Christmas Eve.
The streets were bustling, and Christmas decorations that warmed the heart were everywhere.
Christmas songs played ceaselessly from the loudspeakers of roadside chicken grills, accompanied by various '50% off' adverts attracting passersby.
