With small hands as red as carrots, she gently pushed aside the messy hair covering her face.
Xie Ning sat in the snow. She suddenly flashed a smile toward the space diagonally across from her, her voice as cold as ice. "Is it a pretty sight?"
"Was it just what you expected? Did it give you… that little bit of visual shock you were looking for?" Xie Ning formed a finger heart.
The young woman spoke in a soft, quiet voice and let out a long sigh. "I almost went crazy. I was nearly scared to death."
"If my heart weren't strong enough, I would have killed myself just now." She once again brushed aside her messy long hair, dusted the light snow from her clothes, and slowly, bit by bit, got to her feet.
Sighing softly, Xie Ning bent down to pat the snow from her pants and stomped her feet.
"So you found out… what am I to do?"
"To think I was once so poor, destitute, miserable, and pathetic." Xie Ning's lips curled into a smirk.
A warning suddenly rang out: "Careful!"
