The villa complex is situated on the mountainside.
By midnight, the hail had turned into thick, feathery snow.
The mountain path was rarely traversed, with only scattered streetlights casting faint glimmers of light.
A slender figure walked along the path, its shadow stretched long under the streetlights.
Occasionally, a car drove by, the drifting snow floating in its headlights like dancing sprites.
Housekeeper Liu, bundled in his coat, stood at the villa entrance, continuously gazing toward the mountain path.
Until the silhouette of a young man gradually came into view.
Housekeeper Liu's eyes lit up as he grabbed the coat on his arm and approached swiftly.
"Young Master, you've finally returned."
He draped the coat over the young man as he spoke.
"Uncle Liu."
The young man's long eyelashes were coated with a layer of frost, and when he lifted his gaze, his eyes appeared exceptionally clear and bright, as though capable of piercing straight into one's soul.
