Without having experienced warmth, one wouldn't know how hard a cold winter can be; however, she had felt the scorching sun brought to her by that man, so she began to dread the piercing cold.
Time ticked by second by second, the sky growing darker and darker, the night wind howling, chilling Ning Xia's face with coldness.
In her haste to leave, she was only wearing a thin wool sweater, her body involuntarily starting to shiver slightly.
She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing vigorously to try to warm up, but it was like trying to extinguish a cartload of burning charcoal with a cup of water.
Lifting her head from where it had been bent at her knees, she looked down the road ahead; there was still no trace of a car, and her once impulsively warm heart was gradually being cooled by the chilling wind.
