That Girl From Nowhere: Tycoon's Forbidden Sweetheart-Chapter 703 - 673: The Young Girl Coming Through the Snow
The harsh winter chill enveloped the Imperial City, where it snowed the entire night.
It was evening, with no sun, and the sky was covered in a gray haze, tinged with a sense of gloom, coldness, and oppression.
The streets were as bustling as ever, with pedestrians wrapped in thick clothing walking along, their breaths visible in the air, capturing the essence of winter.
White snow also covered the eaves and street lamps.
In a small alley, no less than a dozen stray cats gathered under an eave, eagerly devouring the food in front of them.
From time to time, they let out satisfied huffing sounds.
A frail young girl was slowly pouring cat food into the bowls before them.
Her head was lowered, her face obscured, yet her aura was unmistakably pure and cool, her movements leisurely.
The surrounding stray cats were not afraid of her; rather, a few that were full rubbed affectionately against her legs.
They emitted soft meows.
Clearly, this wasn’t her first time feeding these kittens.
Other nearby cats, hearing the commotion, also came closer, meowing for a bite.
"Don’t rush, there’s enough for everyone."
She spoke, her voice soothing, without a hint of inflection.
Though her voice was soft, it carried an ethereal quality, extremely pleasant to the ear.
However, the cat food she brought was far from enough for so many strays.
After a while, she looked at the now empty cat food bag in her hand, seeming to frown a little.
She shook it, managing to shake out the last bits of cat food.
Her tone finally showed a hint of surprise: "Ah, it’s all gone."
Seeing the kittens still crying hungrily, she reached out to pat one on the head.
She continued in her gentle voice, "Wait a moment, I’ll go buy more for you."
She stood up, revealing her full appearance.
A truly beautiful young girl, wearing a white wool coat, wrapped in a gray scarf, her long black hair cascading softly over her shoulders.
A flawless, porcelain-like face so striking against her dark hair.
She looked like the most exquisite piece of art sculpted by God’s own hands.
Her picturesque brows, delicate nose, perfectly shaped lips - each feature was just right, exuding a lively, transparent beauty.
She was a rare presence in this world, someone whose beauty was beyond imitation.
Yet on that face, there was not a trace of emotion.
Even in her dark, beautiful eyes there was an endless, pure blackness.
Her gaze was clean, but not the usual kind of clean.
Within the purity lay a sense of emptiness and coldness, accompanied by an innate indifference and void.
It was as if she didn’t belong to this world.
Anyone who saw her would immediately think of this description:
An elf walking through the snow.
Her figure melded with the black-and-white alley into a painting.
Her snow boots made a faint sound on the snow-dampened ground.
With both hands in her pockets, she slowly made her way to the bustling and lively street.
As soon as she stepped out, snowflakes began to drift from the sky.
She couldn’t help but lift her head, her pale and beautiful face turned to the heavens.
Her gaze followed the gently descending white snowflakes.
In her dark and silent eyes, there was finally a glimmer of light.
Her lips moved softly, whispering, "It’s snowing."
Meanwhile, on the street’s opposite corner, a black luxury limited edition Maybach stood quietly at the curb.
