Dong Xin Yan got out of the car and ran forward in a few quick steps. As she approached, she saw Cheng Ziyang's handsome face flushed red from the cold, his whole body seemingly surrounded by a layer of chill. Her Heart suddenly filled with an intense ache. Looking at him, she found that her own voice carried a hint of tears, "You fool, it's so cold. Why are you standing here all this time? Didn't I tell you to go home first?"
Cheng Ziyang slowly raised a smile. Because of the cold, his voice was somewhat unsteady, "I'm fine, just very worried about you."
Tears flooded out uncontrollably.
Dong Xin Yan lowered her eyes, her throat felt blocked as if something was stuck there, and she couldn't say a word.
Cheng Ziyang raised his hand, wanting to wipe her tears, but halfway up, he stopped. His hand was too cold; he didn't want to make her cold. "Xinxin, don't stand here. Let's go inside."
