The night wind was bitterly cold, yet it couldn't outmatch the coldness of the human heart. The moon overhead was a ghastly pale, like a bloodless face. No matter how the night wind blew, it could never dispel the coldness of the human heart. The pale moonlight was no match for the pallor at the heart of mankind. Gazing coldly into the depths of the darkness, it seemed one could still hear a familiar call, and indistinctly, a figure seemed to be coming slowly. Yet when reaching out to touch, all that could be felt was the wind slipping through the fingers, the wind so chilling it pierced the heart.
Pulled his clothes tighter around him, hearing the sounds coming from behind, even without turning back, Yi Tian knew who had arrived, but he did not speak. Because he didn't know what to say. It had been so long since he last spoke, ever since waking up, he had remained silent, occasionally slipping outside into the night to watch the dark night sky, yet his eyes knew not where to gaze.
