Yang Xiaozhi slowly stepped into Yongsheng Supermarket's territory,
and gently pushed open that office door, which seemed all the more lonely in the cold night.
With the low groan of the door hinge, a sudden chill of desolation surged toward him, as if even the air had congealed into winter's bleakness.
In this pre-dawn hour of New Year's Eve, when thousands of households were lit up to welcome the Spring Festival, he had not expected
that he would so abruptly become the sole visitor to this empty office, everything around him shrouded in a faint veil of solitude,
which made it feel especially out of the ordinary.
Under the lights, his shadow was stretched long, standing in sharp contrast to the surrounding silence, adding a touch of solitary courage and contemplation.
Yang Xiaozhi took a deep breath, trying to dispel that inexplicable chill and loneliness in his heart.
He looked around; everything in the office seemed to be asleep in the year's-end tranquility,
