Yu Huai'an stood silently outside the house. A bitter wind howled, making the rabbit fur on his jacket tremble slightly, as if shivering and whispering in the breeze.
The young man's eyes were downcast, his expression dejected. He stood there, motionless in the frigid wind, for a full hour.
As twilight began to settle, suffusing the horizon with soft, melancholy, warm hues, he finally turned his head again to gaze at the tightly shut door.
He still saw no sign of Yu Zhi.
A sliver of doubt and worry crept into Yu Huai'an's heart once more.
He had been standing in the cold for so long his neck had grown stiff, yet he hadn't heard a single sound, let alone seen any sign of Yu Zhi.
But he didn't dare to leave.
For one, he was afraid his sister would come down and be unable to find him. For another, he wanted to use the icy wind to clear his fevered mind.
The wind cut at his cheeks like a knife, and a faint blush rose on the man's face.
