Before his phone turned off, Xie Shang's unfinished words were: "Just wait, you'll see the stars."
The ice flowers on her eyelashes blurred her vision, and Wen Changling could not see clearly into the distance, her voice trembling from the cold: "Stars."
Is that you?
"It's me."
Xie Shang's voice was firm and strong, cutting through the wind and snow as he walked up to her.
It wasn't an illusion—her star had really come.
"Are you scared being alone?"
When asked if one is scared at such a time, it makes one vulnerable.
"Scared."
Her eyes were very red.
Xie Shang wiped the ice and snow from her eyelashes: "Have you been crying?"
"No, it's the wind."
