Knowing Chen Ying had been drinking, Xue Yang would never let her go home alone in the icy, snowy conditions. Although he grew up in the south, he had heard about northern winters—they could freeze a person to death.
He was a good person; he would never let something like that happen.
Xue Yang followed her from a distance, neither too close nor too far.
Chen Ying didn't realize it; she thought Xue Yang had really left. The snow and ice falling from the sky were nothing compared to the heartache she felt. She had told Xue Yang not to follow her, and he had actually listened.
Wasn't he afraid she might freeze to death out here? If she froze to death, would he feel guilty?
Chen Ying didn't even know what she was trying to do. She slumped down into the snow, letting it cover her.
Cold? Of course, it was cold. Her very soul felt cold. But so what? No one cared about her. She might as well die.
