Elliot Huang and the Whisper of Fate Chapter 97

Winter in the mountains is colder and more bleak than in the streets and alleys.

In the white world, a deep forest hugs a house tightly. They are all lonely and have a feeling of being dependent on each other.

Looking down from above, the woods seem to be entangled with the house, drawing it into a prison that will never stop.

Huang Shan stayed alone in a big four-story house. He walked upstairs and downstairs with only his own footsteps in his ears. He read a book, cleaned, stood at the window and watched the snow scene through the glass window, and drank a cup of hot tea. .

After doing everything he could think of, Elliot Huang nestled in the man's study and didn't want to move. He was very tired and hungry, and wanted to find someone to talk to. The landline in the living room usually didn't ring, but it rang once not long ago. His number was I wrote it down and when I called it, it said it was shut down.