'Laoshan Hostel—'
As Fang Hong was about to leave, he let out a long sigh. He turned back to look at the wooden sign hanging on the copper pole, its text was extremely simple, and snow was falling heavily, accumulating a thin layer on the copper pole and the sign.
The others said nothing, Parker seemed a bit absent-minded, kicking the snow on the roadside with his foot. Xiangzi was his usual self, pulling his cloak tight, only his two eyes visible outside, his hands tucked in his pockets, silent.
Tianlan stormed out of the main door, Gita reached out to pull her, but the Little Princess from the Twelve-Colored Iris uncharacteristically shook off her companion's hand.
"Fuli, don't be like this," Gita seemed a bit worried, her voice fine, "...Luo Yu didn't mean it, wasn't it the opinion of Uncle and Aunt...? After all, isn't he still here?"
