The icy wind howled, and the heavy snow fluttered down.
On the rooftop of a commercial building in Sapporo Central District, Nozaki Cangjian, who had rushed over during the night, even in his down jacket, was still so cold his cheeks and ears turned red, pacing back and forth while constantly blowing on his hands for warmth.
Every time he met with Aoyama Xiu Xin, he felt it was a form of torture—basking in the scorching sun on the rooftop in the summer, enduring the biting cold winds in the winter.
Finally, a series of footsteps were heard from behind.
Nozaki Cangjian turned around, and as expected, it was the long-awaited Aoyama Xiu Xin. He immediately lowered his hands and respectfully bowed, "Senior Police Director."
"Mr. Nobita, long time no see." Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled as he came forward, patting his shoulder and pointing towards the distant snowy scene, "You can't see that in Tokyo."
Nozaki Cangjian sniffled and managed a weak smile.
