Outside the house, torrential downpour prevailed. Ye Junqing stood beneath the eaves, the wind and rain striking his face. Yet, they weren't as cold as the chill in his heart.
A few bodyguards who followed him were standing by his side, clad in raincoats. They barely dared to breathe, fearing a spark could trigger a disaster. They all hoped that Fu Zhuo would arrive soon.
Fu Zhuo was slowly escorted over by Elder Gu, who was holding an umbrella over his head. He had no idea what had transpired.
He saw the lights inside the house, and yet, Junqing was standing outside the door with his hands behind his back, enveloped by loneliness. One look was enough to break Fu Zhuo's heart.
"Junqing, is this Miss Ye's house? Why are you standing outside in the cold instead of going inside?"
