In this lengthy narration, she gazed at her Contractor and told him, word by word, "I think this must be Hell, Huai Shi."
After the conversation that ended that morning, Huai Shi fell into a state of gloom. He had no motivation to do anything.
He sat on the couch, basking in the sun filtering through the window. Without realizing how much ti had passed, he fell asleep. By the ti he was awakened by the noise outside, it was already afternoon.
He got up from the couch and folded the blanket Uncle Fang had quietly draped over him. Walking to the window, he saw a vast expanse of silver-white.
Countless pure white snowflakes rustled down in the wind. They stuck to the windowpane, lted in the warm air from the air conditioner, then trickled down from the windowsill to solidify into strands of frost.
Incredible.
Huai Shi raised his hand and pressed it against the window. He felt the distinct chill, still finding it hard to believe what he was seeing. "Is it snowing?"
"Yes,"
In a corner of the living room, Raven humd a tune, arranging small flowers and decorations, joyfully adorning the Cloisonne Bird Cage she had bought from her antique shop.
"You've been asleep for over half a month during your advancent," she said, turning her head. "Tomorrow is New Year's Day; haven't you noticed?"
Huai Shi took his phone out of his pocket, his eyes widening as he looked at the date.
December 31st.
It's about to be... New Year's Day?
It was as if he had slept for a long ti, and when he opened his eyes, the whole world had changed.
Huai Shi pushed open the door and felt a surge of refreshing cold in the oncoming chill wind. In the courtyard, Fat Horse, who had never seen snow, was carrying Beelzebub in its mouth, excitedly frolicking and neighing loudly.
Huai Shi helplessly scratched his head. Surveying Fat Horse after not seeing it for so ti, he noticed its increasingly plump contour, which suddenly gave him a headache. "You've gotten this fat."
What on earth has Uncle Fang been feeding it?
Having gotten so fat, will it still be able to run in the future?
If I were to ride it out in the future, wouldn't people start calling 'Fat Horse Prince'?
Sensing the young man's disrespectful gaze, White Horse snorted coldly. It blew two puffs of hot air onto Huai Shi's face, proudly raised its head, and turned to walk away.
It was still carrying the screaming Beelzebub.
For so reason, it quite liked this new toy. It treated Beelzebub like a tape recorder, kicking it a couple of tis when bored and waiting for it to perform comic dialogues or storytelling.
Alright then.
Huai Shi watched helplessly as the Iron Book in the horse's mouth continuously unleashed a stream of colorful language. He could only wave his hand, wishing Beelzebub good luck.
In this house, the horse's status is even higher than mine.
Life is truly becoming unbearable.
But when the snow landed on his shoulders and he felt its slight chill, combined with the bustling sights of the city below the distant mountain, Huai Shi's mood suddenly brightened.
Catching the falling snowflakes in his hand, he sighed deeply. "The New Year is almost here."
Ti flies so quickly. Yet looking around now, it feels so long. In July, I beca a Sublimator. In August, I avenged my grudges and killed Qi Wen. I was on the Mayflower at the end of August, and in September, I joined the rookie competition. Then ca the Witch's Night, and the Group Star... After a series of twists and turns, I finally beca Soloist. All this happened within five months. Though the ti was brief, looking back, it feels incredibly fulfilling. It's like riding a roller coaster, speeding ahead without even knowing where the brakes are. My life, while now distinctly different, has also beco incredibly busy and bustling. I've achieved my wish, found family, and gained Power... Before I turned seventeen, I longed for Transformation in my life. Yet, when this Transformation finally arrived, I hadn't expected it to be so intense. I expect that Transformation will probably continue non-stop, right? My life will continue like this. Just as the world keeps turning. Everything will undergo Transformation.
Perhaps one day, death will arrive as scheduled... but for , isn't it too early to worry about such a distant matter?
As the snowfall grew heavier, Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh softly to himself.
He casually brushed aside the snowflakes on his fingertips.
He turned and walked back into the house to await the arrival of the New Year.
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