Shen Zhilie could tell that Ye Qianqian had lost weight since they had been apart.
Her complexion looked bad, and her already petite body frame appeared even frailer and too weak to withstand a gust of wind.
It was early autumn, so the weather was growing increasingly cold.
Ye Qianqian was dressed in a beige, sleeveless short dress that Shen Zhilie had never seen before. It appeared to be very thin.
If it was in the past, Shen Zhilie would have pulled her into his arms and chided her while he warmed her up before he brought her home to snuggle in their duvet.
"But it's impossible now... Impossible..."
Shen Zhilie stretched out his hand, but he did not reach it over to her.
Ye Qianqian forced herself to appear calm and curl her lips up into a smile. "Thanks, goodbye."
Ye Qianqian turned around. A sudden gust of cold breeze blew toward her. It made her body gently tremble.
