At the end of November, in Beicheng, the temperature at night was much colder than during the day. Wei Anning foolishly stood in front of the door waiting, but she couldn't catch sight of the person she longed to see no matter how hard she looked.
She wanted to return to the villa to ask the butler if he had any social engagements that evening but was afraid that he might return just as she left.
The butler came out with a coat, draped it over her shoulders, and said, "Third Young Lady, please wait inside. It's cold outside, be careful not to catch a chill."
Wei Anning foolishly stared at the gate; she pulled her gaze back, tightened the coat around her, and felt her icy body gradually warming up. It was indeed cold outside; her lips had even turned purplish from the cold. She smiled at the butler, "Mr. Butler, could you please give Leng Youchen a call? He has not come back yet, and I'm worried something might have happened to him."
