In the bone-chilling mountain valley, the snowflakes swirling in the air were growing larger by the minute. If Leon was even slightly careless, they would completely cover his footprints and bury his memories deep within the snowstorm.
Almost there.
Watching the young man frowning and pondering in the snowstorm, the woman dressed lightly, hidden within the snowfall, couldn't help but curl her lips upwards, revealing a captivating and stunning smile.
After being dragged into the snowstorm valley, the Cleaner named Leon didn't show any signs of panic. He must have heard the legends about her.
He knew she couldn't directly lay a hand on him, only lure him into the snowstorm to kill him. Hence, he appeared quite relaxed, believing that as long as he remained cautious and endured the snowstorm, he would be safe.
