C161 Weasel wishing chicken a happy new year

Her throat was dry. It would be too deliberate if she were to force herself to turn around at this moment. She could only brace herself and head downstairs.

Si Luoming also walked towards her.

The two of them faced each other on the last flight of stairs, and Si Luoming held onto the handle of the stairs with both of his hands.

"What, what?"

Si Luoming glanced at the clock on the wall