The wind and snow fill the sky.
On the white streets, memories of sorrow tightly embrace the snow, forming deep ice marks on the curbs on both sides of the road.
Turing held an umbrella in one hand, carrying bags of groceries for Merka, shielding the boy next to them from the fluttering frost and snow.
"Looks like the price of charcoal has gone up."
"The price of meat too."
Merka and Turing walked out from under the convenience store's awning, shuffling their heavy steps, leaving footprints one after another in the ankle-deep snow.
"Hmm."
"After all, the city is sealed off."
Turing looked up at the frosty sky, which seemed to be covered with dandelion fluff, gently reaching out to touch the crystalline hexagonal snowflakes in the air.
The crisp ding of a bell seemed to faintly echo in Turing's heart.
"Sister Dunkirk said there are bad people in the city, so they had to seal it off."
"What do you think?"
Seeing Turing's hesitant look, Merka paused slightly, lowered their head, and pondered about something.
"I think..."
Actually, what they did wasn't wrong.
Holding the city could indeed be a wise move.
Now all the major families are like loose sand.
They seem to be lining up.
But in reality, they are all waiting for a victor to be determined between Maria and Oedipus.
They don't want to take risks, they just want to follow the winner.
But if we are now guarding Turing in the Wave City.
If Oedipus attacks, the Montecristo family cannot stay out of it, they must lend us a hand.
Although they may not be as powerful as a formal army, the aides and servants of those nobles are not to be underestimated.
However...
Will that bold Montecristo family head, George Montecristo, really favor the Agio family and let them stay until Oedipus strikes?
Or…
Does Pope Maria really have that much influence to convince everyone?
"It's hard to say, there are too many deceitful people around."
"We may have some internally, but they may not necessarily be connected to Oedipus..."
"Hmm?"
Just as Merka was still deep in thought, they looked up and saw a newlywed couple standing under a tall stone gate not far away, murmuring sweet nothings to each other.
In a corner under the stone gate, there were many photography equipment set up, with many photographers operating their equipment.
Some photographers held fashion magazines in one hand, instructing their subordinates; some squatted on the ground laying down carpets; and some were holding makeup kits, seemingly preparing to touch up the bride.
Merka sighed, then walked towards Turing who had already run off towards the staff, engaging in conversation with them.
As Merka approached, they expanded their magical vision to take in all the scenery around Turing into their mind.
When they arrived, Merka finally saw clearly the magnificent and colossal Gothic building that stood before them.
If one must describe it, this door bore a resemblance to the triumphal arch Merka once saw in a book, only the colossal spectacle before them was evidently grander and more magnificent than any triumphal arch.
And whiter, too.
Merka knew that this meticulously crafted door symbolized the most romantic legend of the city of Bo.
Every detail of the door, meticulously built with the oldest matrix magic, was a masterpiece.
Squares enclosed circles, circles enclosed squares, its design withstanding any scrutiny based on aesthetic standards, and as solid as a rock, with its creator claiming it could withstand centuries of wind and rain without decay.
It not only symbolized the city of Bo's pursuit of justice and meticulous judiciary, but also carried the sentiments and yearnings of many young people.
Making a lifelong promise under the bridge had become a local tradition.
"This child, indeed…"
As Merka watched Turing happily conversing with the photographers, a smile of contentment and happiness filled her face.
"Merka! Come here, come here!"
"The bride and groom are taking wedding photos, and they promised to take a picture with us too!"
"On my way!"
Waving her hand high, Merka answered Turing with a smile.
