The snow was swirling, falling heavier and heavier.
But Sister Shiyi and I didn't care at all, sitting on a bench in a corner of the residential complex, snuggled up together, watching the snowflakes fall, and exchanging sweet nothings.
Right beside us was Sister Shiyi's home, the one she shared with Wang Haoyang, but she didn't want to go back. To her, that place was too oppressive, and she had lost all feeling for Wang Haoyang.
Since dinner time, Wang Haoyang had sent her numerous messages and even called her, all of which she dismissed.
"Xiao Chen, I am only happy when I am with you!"
"You, you're still too young, otherwise, I would divorce immediately and marry you! Do you want to marry me? You do? It's useless to think about it, but rest assured, I will wait for you!"
"Xiao Chen, aren't you cold? Your hand is a bit cold, eh, you're wearing too little, what do you mean it's not cold, come on, get in!"
