December in Kyoto had plunged into winter. Ginkgo leaves blanketed the streets in gold, leaving only bare branches shivering in the cold wind, with the occasional withered leaf trembling precariously at a twig's end.
A gust of wind swept by, and the biting chill spread wantonly, piercing straight through clothes and drilling into the skin.
Song Xi had arrived early at the residential complex entrance and was waiting there.
Chapter 75