Ji Anning stood in the heavy snow, flakes settling on her head, no longer melting immediately but solidifying on the strands of hair across her forehead.
The howling north wind swept over her, each gust chilling to the bone.
She told herself that if she became numb from the cold, it wouldn't hurt anymore.
A black Audi slowly approached her, but the man in the car, seeing her in the cold wind, already felt his heart pierce like an arrow.
The car stopped, he didn't bother to turn off the engine, he flung open the door and got out, "Ji Anning, have you lost your mind?"
With a tone of affectionate reproach, he rushed to Ji Anning's side, brushed the snow off her head with his hands, then cupped her icy cold cheeks.
Soft palms, warm, carrying the pleasant scent of hand cream.
Ji Anning's nose tingled, she slowly lifted her head and looked at the man before her, his brows, his eyes, the breath he exhaled, dissipating between them.
