Firefly wrote, Hummingbird wrote, now it's Bullhead's turn... You've all been guessing Bullhead's identity, haven't you? Here it comes~
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Chapter Fifty-Two: Bullhead
「In my past life.」
December 23, 2021.
Maple Leaf Country, West Coast, a small town.
A wooden house stood there.
The garden and lawn were obviously usually well-tended. With Christmas Eve just a day away, colorful baubles and ribbons had been hung in the yard. A Christmas tree, already half-trimmed, stood there as well.
Near the eaves, a glass greenhouse kept out the outdoor chill. Inside, pots of flowers and plants were thriving.
In the house, in a room with excellent natural light, stood a Chinese-style desk with coiling cloud patterns adorning its edges. A sheet of snow-white Xuan paper lay spread across it, held down on either side by copper, tiger-shaped paperweights.
A woman stood before the desk, a phone in her hand.
