Although the restaurant was not open for business,
it was customary for every household in town to keep their doors open on the first day of the Lunar New Year, welcoming good fortune.
The girl at the door wore an oversized red hoodie with two bunny ears on the hood.
Despite her expression being the epitome of world-weariness and indifference, her small face with the hoodie on was incredibly cute.
Her skin was a proud porcelain white, as delicate as if one could break it with a mere touch.
On closer inspection, however, one could see that the girl was disabled.
The sleeve of her right arm was empty and fluttering; such a young girl at the prime of her youth, yet she was missing an arm.
When the girl appeared, everyone in the hall fell silent.
Zhang Zidao, who had been meditating there since the previous night, with a firm Taoist heart,
