Leng Qing froze upon seeing this, his entire body going stiff, even causing his spine to tense up.
An inch of coldness rose from his heart, choking Leng Qing's throat. He felt a wave of nausea coming up from his stomach, so he covered his mouth, "Young Master, after all, he is..."
The latter half of the sentence remained unsaid. The snow fell heavier and heavier, the distant noises chaotic, occasionally mixed with the sound of ambulance sirens. Luo Xiao didn't move at all, just knelt there.
It was unclear how much time passed as the man was almost completely covered in snow, Leng Qing shivered from the cold. He bent down to brush the snow off Luo Xiao's shoulders, "Young Master, please stand up, it's very cold..."
"Loh Cheng," Luo Xiao suddenly called out.
Leng Qing was taken aback; Luo Xiao had called him by his original name, but he replied, "Yes."
"Does this mean we can never go back?"
