On the evening of the 28th of the last lunar month, the wind was sharper than a knife, and sipping hot cocoa would have been a perfect way to warm both hands and heart.
All of this was but a distant fancy for Su Ziceng. Chang Mei's voice was piercing and sharp, constantly grating on one's eardrums. She even snatched Su Qingzhang's cane in fury and threw it to the ground.
Su Ziceng didn't dare to get too close. The wind occasionally carried bits of their conversation to her, but she couldn't make much sense of it.
"Su Qingzhang... do you see her as that vile woman... don't you forget... a curse... for a lifetime..."
"Enough," Su Qingzhang seemed to be provoked by Ye Taina, as he broke free from Chang Mei's grip and got into the car.
Chang Mei pounded on the car door with the cane, completely lacking her usual composure, resembling a madwoman ranting in the streets.
