It's getting late, but maybe because he wasn't busy, Yukon Carbon was strolling aimlessly.
He walked along the campus road with his umbrella, just like he would a few years ago.
Except now, he was all alone.
Because of the Christmas holiday, there weren't many people on campus. His solitary figure stretched long under the streetlights, falling onto the snow, as if the whole world contained only him.
He arrived home close to midnight.
After taking a shower, Yukon Carbon didn't feel sleepy. He sat on the balcony, flipping through the newspaper and documents in his hands.
Sweet Kitty was nestled on the sofa beside him, one moment jumping onto his lap, the next jumping to the window.
With such a lively, adorable little spirit around, Yukon's house was filled with life.
