It turns out, Zuzi waved her sleeves, leaving nothing behind, except for a photograph she quietly left with Bao Gucheng.
Hidden among the vast multitude of satellite location history records.
This sweetness amidst the shards of glass almost choked Xi Rubao and the others.
The cold wind blew snowflakes into their collars, but being comforted by Zuzi's photograph, it didn't seem so cold after all.
Time ticked away, and finally, midnight arrived.
No one knew when the wind and snow stopped.
They only realized that the sky around them suddenly became still, as if plunged into a deadly silence.
And then, a shrill whistling sound sliced through the air, and beside Bao Gucheng, there appeared the back of another equally tall and brooding man.
"Brother?" Xi Rubao almost cried out in surprise when she saw clearly.
Wasn't this her brother, Xi Qingfeng?
Silently, he too came looking for Zuzi.
