Shen Lang was dead set on not seeing him. Even though the cold wind made his cheeks burn, she didn't soften in the slightest.
He stood outside for a long while, staring fixedly at the main gate until his eyes ached and felt dry.
Shen Huoshui casually set the remaining flowers aside, then slowly went upstairs back to her bedroom, planning to take a short nap.
Lying in bed, she let out an elegant yawn. After a moment's thought, she picked up her phone and sent a message to Shen Zhi.
"We're over. You take care of yourself, and I'll do the same. Don't come looking for me."
Shen Zhi's phone suddenly vibrated. He glanced down, saw the message, and his head snapped up, his eyes bloodshot.
The butler, standing just inside the gate, watched him with a helpless expression. "Son, why don't you head back for now... It's cold out. Don't catch a chill."
'Even the butler... even *her* butler could show him a bit of concern, so why wouldn't she even spare him a single glance?'
