Miss Song Needs Your Comforting

Huo Yunque undid his cuffs, walked past Uncle Zhang, and entered quickly.

Hidden underneath his calm voice was a sense of concern.

Uncle Zhang was used to this. He happily followed with an umbrella and said, "I didn't wait long. I simply guessed that you would be home soon so I was out here for a few minutes." The snow was heavy, so even though a short time had passed, it felt like a long time.

The two continued like normal.

The big living room was quiet. Inside the huge space, there was a sense of grandeur but also loneliness.

The helpers had already been sent to sleep.

Only this old man remained, waiting for his Master to return as he always did.

Huo Yunque furrowed his brows. "Is something wrong?"