His Hardened Heart

The snowstorm in the afternoon picked up, and the surroundings were whited out into a blur. Snow built up on the dead branches which gradually creaked and snapped under the weight of the additional snowflakes piling up on them.

The snowflakes fell onto the ground.

As the snow landed on the woman's head, she felt a physical and emotional cold run through her.

Meng Lianying's tears were about to become frozen in her eyes. She wore thick clothes and her face was terrifyingly pale with a desperation that nobody could bear to see. Her hands, without gloves, turned blue-black from the cold that she did not seem to feel. She looked at the man before her, with tears in her eyes, hoping that he could give her a warm hug or a warm gaze that would keep the cold away from her.

It was a shame none of what she hoped for happened. His heart was hardened - or to put it differently, he ought to have treated her as such.