Arriving at the park, Wenzhi immediately hated the crunch of snow under his boots. His breath billowed into the cold air as he scanned the place, the empty benches, the frozen bars, the skeletal trees, and the flickering lamppost.
Keeping his guard up despite his relaxed posture, he stepped under the dim light and pulled out his phone.
[Wenzhi: I'm here.]
The reply came instantly, as if they were staring at the screen, waiting.
[Unknown number: Yes, I can see you.]
Wenzhi tilted his head up toward the sky, half-expecting someone to drop from the clouds. In that exact second, a sudden sniper shot shattered the silence, tearing straight toward him.
Before the bullet could hit, an angry wave of dark mist burst from Wenzhi's body, hardening into a solid shield. The bullet smashed against it and flattened. A sharp shiver ran down his spine as the mist curled around him like a familiar caress.
