The white snow is shining, and the night is almost over.
Fletcher Shen could not stay any longer. When he was about to leave, Casper Xiao stood up, took the cloak off the hanger and handed it to him.
"You have a sharp knife," Casper Xiao leaned over and picked up the snow from Yangshan Mountain with a light hand. He said, "newly acquired?"
Fletcher Shen nodded and faced the door to put on his cloak.
Casper Xiao used his thumb to touch the cold light and said, "What's the name of a good knife?"
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