Chu Yang walked out, only to see Wu Qianqian standing outside in the heavy snow. She was dressed all in black, and looked almost cumbersome. There was no knowing how long she had been standing in the snow.
"You are guarding the three of them?" Chu Yang was slammed by the snowflakes that came to his face. Immediately, he felt his head go from a blur to clearness, with the blink of an eye.
"Yes." Wu Qianqian looked at the three, who were already almost buried inside the heavy snow. She muttered, "I know my guarding is not needed, but I want to do this anyway."
"I understand how you feel," replied Chu Yang quietly. Slowly, he walked over to her and patted her shoulders. The snowflakes on her fell, and a raised circle actually appeared around her feet.
Wu Qianqian hugged her own shoulders, somewhat shuddering. Her clear eyes looked mistier in the snow. She looked at Chu Yang, somewhat perplexed. "Chu Yang, is it okay if I ask you something?"
