Bai Chengxi hadn't expected Zhuo Yao to open the door for him; he had already prepared to endure a cold night out here. He didn't wear the cotton-padded coat given to him by Qiao San; it was just draped over his arm.
Having said that, Zhuo Yao walked into the house. After several steps, seeing no movement behind him, he turned around somewhat displeased: "Don't you want to come in?"
Bai Chengxi awkwardly glanced at his legs: "I'll be there soon, just a bit… frozen stiff."
It took him a while to gingerly move his steps. The whipping cold wind made him feel like he had turned into an ice sculpture, cold from the inside out. If it were not for his strong will, he would probably have been paralyzed by the cold by now.
