December is almost here.
The weather is gradually getting colder. The study has the air conditioning on, and it's a bit warm with just one layer of clothing.
A very comfortable warmth.
But after Qiao Yuxian finished speaking, she suddenly felt a chill in the air.
It felt like the surroundings had suddenly frozen, and not just regular ice—thick layers of old ice that could freeze your fingers on contact.
A cold that seeped from the heart through the bones.
Qiao Yuxian blinked and slowly turned to look at the man beside her.
Gu Yanjing was looking at her, his expression heavy, with ice in his eyes.
It wasn't the kind of cold-heartedness directed at others.
This harshness, this coldness seemed directed solely at her.
Qiao Yuxian stared into his eyes for a while, feeling danger approaching bit by bit.
Her first thought was to run.
The thought formed in her mind, and her body acted immediately.
