Chapter 414: Everything Starts from Winter (Part 1)

In winter, the branches of the trees presented a withered gray color. The branches looked denser than the most fashionable combs in the fashion stores on Begley Street. Rough spots and scars became denser along the thicker branches, and by the trunk, they had merged into one piece.

Under the trees, ladies wearing woolen skirts and fur shawls held handbags, frowning their carefully drawn eyebrows when stepping on the soil scattered beside the flower beds. They exhaled a breath lightly, and when the white mist was exhaled from their beautiful lip shapes, it was frozen in the cold air.

Just as they were complaining about the weather to their companions, a newsboy riding a bicycle flew past the street, bringing up a gust of wind, making their clothes flutter. They widened their eyes and looked back, but only saw the newsboy's slightly malicious smiling face.

"Ding-a-ling—" the bicycle bell rang lightly, and with a "pop," a somewhat worn boot stepped on the snow. A hand wearing a thick glove reached into the bosom of his overcoat, took out a newspaper, and threw it into the mailbox.

The newsboy grabbed the end of his glove and tugged, then pulled his sleeve forward again. He shrugged his shoulders, seemingly feeling a bit cold, but still reached out and patted the bell on the mailbox hard. ===== CHAPTER 415 =====