Heya didn't want to turn around, but she couldn't just stand there and pretend like someone wasn't standing behind her. The cold intensified and goosebumps appeared all over her skin when her brain registered the person who was standing behind her.
Slowly, she turned around. She knew he was still standing there. He was watching her. She could feel his eyes on her. When she completely turned around, their gaze locked and her heart literally stopped.
It was him.
Zhu Liang.
What was he doing here?
He stood there, his eyes on her face, his hands inside his pockets, his countenance looked cold.
She wanted to say something but her throat felt very dry. No word could find their way out. She was also too shocked to think of something to say.
"Breathe, Li Heya." He whispered softly, his eyes never leaving her face.
