March in Island City is definitely bitingly cold, with high humidity in the air; the wind feels like a knife cutting against the face. Luo Ye tightened her scarf and quickened her pace towards home. Walking from the villa to home takes about twenty minutes, and running could slash it to under ten. For such a short distance, Lady Luo naturally didn't bother taking a car.
As she neared the entrance of the City Committee Family Courtyard, Luo Ye spotted a familiar figure—her affectionate elder sworn sister, Song Xiaoyang. The latter was wearing only a thin day coat with her neck exposed, displaying an expression of deep melancholy and hanging head, clearly indicating her mood was far from good. Luo Ye initially thought to pass by unnoticed if the other did not see her, but just as they were about to meet, Song Xiaoyang's eyes swept over. Luo Ye could only muster a smile: "Sister Xiaoyang."
