C26 Contribution Point
In the crisp winter morning, the eaves were adorned with sparkling icicles, and the ground was blanketed with a ghostly frost. A dense fog hung in the air.
Ye Han stepped into the courtyard and inhaled deeply, the piercing cold stinging his nose.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
A hesitant, faltering knock sounded at the door.
Ye Han, with a stiff neck, made his way to the entrance, wondering