I Don't Need Your Charity (8)

Song Qingchun, who had sheltered herself indoors for the past few days, started to shiver the moment she pushed the door open. She instinctually pulled the sleeve of her clothes up to cover her neck and took a deep breath before walking into the cold. However, she merely took two steps and hadn't even gotten down the steps when she stopped in her tracks.

Su Zhinian, in a black winter-coat, was leaning against his car leisurely with both of his hands tucked into the pockets.

Underneath the winter-coat was a similarly black suit, a simple white dress shirt, and a tie with black and white stripes. It gave him an air of royalty. His hair was tousled, and his exposed ears were red. It was probably due to the fact he had been standing in the cold winds for some time.

Su Zhinian turned to look at her when he heard the door open.