In early spring, the spring breeze was chillingly cold, and the night was quite cool.
When Chu Liangxia arrived at Qingshan Villa, her mind had sobered up considerably.
She hadn't spoken to Feng Ziheng during the drive and had dozed off for nearly an hour. When the car stopped, she opened the door and stepped out.
As she stepped out of the garage, a cold wind came rushing at her, cutting like blades and causing a stinging sensation on her skin. She instinctively wrapped her coat tighter around herself.
Pausing in her steps and waiting for the person behind her to get out, Chu Liangxia looked rather dazed. Unwittingly, her icy hand was taken into a warm grasp, and a broad palm brushed past her, resting on her shoulder.
Chu Liangxia glanced up slightly at Feng Ziheng at her side.
Afterward, she looked away and together they walked through the gates.
Chu Liangxia acted as usual, just with a relatively more somber mood, and she went to sleep in her room after taking a bath.