She took a deep breath to give herself some strength. It was only 10 meters away. Xia Ling, you can do this. Just walk over.
As she was giving herself a pep talk, Wei Shaoyin was getting increasingly impatient. "Are you coming or not? Hurry up, I need to arrange a new song for tomorrow."
Pei Ziheng was still staring at her, the edge of his trench coat silently fluttering in the wind and snow.
She saw that he did not make a move and consoled herself that he could not have recognized her in her new face and body. Finally, she steeled her mind and slowly walked towards the car.
She walked right past him.
The bitter smell of cigarette smoke lingered on his body, not blown away even in the blustering weather.
Close enough to touch, he said in a low voice, "You…."
She stumbled a little and started to shake uncontrollably. At this moment, all kinds of thoughts ran through her mind and she barely controlled her tears from falling.
