He just returned from outside, where snowflakes were drifting, and the weather was bitterly cold. His fingers carried a hint of chill as they touched her warm skin.
The clash between cold and warmth!
Wen Nuan suddenly wanted to laugh. This feeling was so akin to their surnames, so much like the emotions between them.
She chased him, he was indifferent. Later, when their hearts closely aligned, he turned cold again. She gave him her warmest gift, yet on that icy rainy night, with a cold phone, he told her, "Nuannuan, let's break up."
She lowered her head, staring at the hand he held tightly, suddenly laughed, and looked up into the eyes she once believed to be the most passionate in the world.
Just one glance, and that strange feeling rose again. She quickly turned her face away, withdrew her hand, walked to the window, and said lightly, "Young Master Leng, please call me Wen Nuan."
Don't say that intimate name again, it creates illusions, making her think he still loves her...
