"I can't be bothered to be angry. Since you and Shengsheng both told me not to interfere, I won't, but if Qin He dares to treat Tingxu poorly, I won't let this kid off the hook!"
"Got it, why are you acting like a child, getting red-eyed as soon as you're angry?" Qin Shiyu's fingertips gently pressed against Xin Tian's already reddened eyes, his tone full of concern: "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Seeing Tian like this makes my heart ache."
Meanwhile, atop the attic, Meng Tingxu stood under the eaves watching the goose-feather-like heavy snow, her gaze distant.
She wore a plain cheongsam today, topped with a coat that reached her ankles, hardly especially warm.
Qin He pinched her hand hidden beneath her sleeve, as always encountering the icy cold of her skin.
He enclosed her hand within his own, his tone very faint, "Xuxu, how much longer do you want to stand here?"
