Gu Yihuan and Song Silin held their breaths, looking at each other.
"My phone is out of power, I've come out of the hospital, at the pharmacy opposite the hospital's main entrance."
"I'll be there in about ten minutes," Xie Shang asked Wen Changling, "Do you have an umbrella?"
"No."
"Then wait for me inside the pharmacy."
"Okay."
Wen Changling ended the call and returned the phone to Jiang Chengxue.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The rain wasn't pouring heavily, cleansing the streets thoroughly. The snow gathered on the trees had turned to ice, and when the wind blew, it rustled the leaves, shattering the cotton-like ice crystals and causing them to fall in fragments.
Wen Changling turned and went back into the pharmacy.
"Are you with Xie Shang again?"
Again.
You could tell he was running out of patience.
Wen Changling turned around, her gaze calm: "You seem to know a lot about me."
"Indeed, quite a lot."
