The wind at four in the morning carried a biting cold, and she subconsciously shuddered, whilst Xue Ye seated beside her began to remove his coat.
Yet a black, thick coat was already draped over her shoulders.
Gong Heng stood behind her.
Xue Ye's hands, in the act of undressing, paused as Gong Heng's flat voice came through, "Be careful not to catch a cold."
Mu Mian said nothing but pulled the coat tighter around her shoulders.
Anger is one thing, but she couldn't torment herself.
Moreover, she wasn't alone now; there was also a child in her belly.
She absolutely couldn't self-harm.
The three of them formed a strange configuration.
Mu Mian and Xue Ye sat side by side, with Gong Heng standing behind Mu Mian. None of them spoke a word, just sitting in the cold winds of early dawn.
About twenty minutes passed, and Mu Mian could no longer bear it, wavering as she stood up. Gong Heng grabbed her arm, silently pulled her up, and then let go, standing to the side.
