Snow was flying thick and fast.
The world quickly became a silvery white wonderland.
The ground accumulated a layer of snow at an astonishing speed.
"Crunch!"
The footsteps would make a faint sound when stepping on it.
Daniel exhaled a breath of hot air and shivering said, "In my hometown, Mongate State, it also snows this heavily every winter.
"When I was a child, my father would take me ice skating on the frozen ice lake."
His tone was filled with nostalgia, clearly not willing to die just like that.
This was his discreet way of tugging at emotional strings.
Yang Fan remained unmoved, merely responding with an "Oh": "Is your father still alive?"
Daniel shook his head: "He passed away from illness the year before last."
Yang Fan spoke very directly, "He was fortunate."
Daniel's face twitched slightly.
He couldn't even tell whether Mr. Ghost was being sincere or was deliberately mocking.
