Wen Changling turned around, Jiang Chengxue got out of the car, holding an umbrella, and walked towards her step by step. The wind rushed towards her, and in the white snow, he resembled the Evil Spirit of the Night.
He walked up to Wen Changling and handed her the umbrella.
"The blizzard is coming."
Wen Changling instinctively pushed away, and both the umbrella and her cell phone dropped to the ground.
It was silent all around, with no one speaking; Fu Ying's voice came from the phone: "Changling."
Wen Changling did not respond.
"Changling?"
Fu Ying asked, "Can you hear me speaking?"
Wen Changling picked up the phone and ended the call, her gaze fixed on Jiang Chengxue: "Who is Potter?"
Jiang Chengxue picked up the umbrella: "Potter is a dog. You forgot, I am a veterinarian."
His deep-set eyes made it difficult to see through him; looking at him was like looking at a waning moon obscured by heavy snow in the distance. In Eastern mythology, a waning moon is inauspicious.
