In the snow.
Qiao Ya's figure appeared in front of the man, just beginning to speak, but the next moment she shuddered, as if the man standing before her was not just a man, but a terrifying being.
This caused her to stammer as soon as she began to talk.
However, that chilling sensation disappeared the very next moment.
"Miss, what is it?"
The man standing in front of her, with the confusion and loneliness wiped from his face, looked at her with some puzzlement.
Was it her own illusion?
"I... I mean, you don't need to lose yourself over a woman. If she really loved you, she wouldn't have abandoned you and run off with someone else."
Qiao Ya calmed her mind, thinking about what she had initially intended to say, and reorganized her words.
"You have to understand, letting yourself go like this will only make those who care for you upset. What you should do is muster your spirits and make that woman regret her actions."
