The Story of Ling and Heng (136)

The man was walking closer and closer. Even in the thick snow up to half a meter deep, he was still striding steadily and had walked up to her in a few steps.

Feng Ling looked up at him, stunned.

Li Nanheng looked down at her deadpan. She was sitting in the snow wrapped in a thick coat, like a child wearing an adult's clothes. Seeing her staring at him stunned, he raised his eyebrows. "Surprised?"

Feng Ling came back from the shock, looked at him again, and lowered her head to pick up the matches and the lighter. Then she struggled to get up from the ground, but the clothes were too thick for her to get up easily. She stabilized her footing with difficulty and looked at the man in front of her again. Watching the white mist breathing out of the man's mouth, she was finally sure that this was the Boss, not a phantom.

"Boss, why are you here…"