Song Yunchi was refused entry.
Lu Meng would not allow him in, and neither the servants nor the bodyguards dared let him in, regretfully telling him to leave.
The nighttime temperature continued to drop, snow fluttering down, the biting wind like sharp knives painfully cutting across his face.
Standing outside for a while, Song Yunchi felt his whole body gradually stiffen from the cold.
The servants motioned for him to leave, insisting Lu Meng would not see him.
Song Yunchi refused to leave, trembling as he dialed her number on his phone.
The warmly cozy bedroom remained unlit, a blanket of darkness.
The curtain of the floor-to-ceiling window was parted just enough to let the garden lights spill in.
Lu Meng stood by the window, clearly seeing through that very gap Song Yunchi turning into a snowman outside the villa's gate.
There was nothing shielding him, thick snow accumulating on his hair, his shoulders, resembling a frozen sculpture.
