For some reason, Xu Jie was suddenly overcome by a profound sense of humiliation.
The woman's expression was placid and her eyes were calm, yet he could still sense her complete indifference.
He opened his mouth to speak but found he had nothing to say.
"Hurry up!"
The guard beside him gave him a rough shove, causing him to stumble and nearly fall.
Xu Jie swallowed the coppery taste of blood in his mouth, clenched his jaw, and steadied himself. When he looked up again, the woman had already turned and walked away.
Snowflakes drifted down. Her slender, upright figure was like a delicate, fine-lined painting, blending seamlessly into the wintery landscape.
Xu Jie froze.
A moment ago, he had almost been certain she was waiting for him on purpose. Now, it seemed he had been mistaken.
But whatever he thought no longer mattered.
...
Ye Chutang, of course, hadn't come specifically for Xu Jie.
She was just passing by.
