January is the coldest season in Northern City.
As the New Year approached, the company matters finally came to an end. After being busy for a good half month, Oliver Bloom finally found time to wake up early for a morning run, dressed in a black training suit, putting on gloves as he headed downstairs.
Lately, he had been staying in West Hill. Uncle Chow was already accustomed to Oliver Bloom's routine and asked respectfully, "Shall we wait for you to return from your run before having breakfast?"
"Yes."
Oliver Bloom changed into a pair of black running shoes at the door.
At six in the morning, the sky outside was gloomy. Uncle Chow escorted Oliver Bloom to the door and remarked, "Looks like it's going to snow today."
The door opened, and the biting mountain wind rushed in, carrying a chilling bleakness that startled anyone it touched. But this didn't stop Oliver Bloom's training plans.
