Xia Yuxun had not seen Leng Sichen for a very long time.
He must be angry about her rejection that day.
That might be for the best, for now she really did not know how to face him, perhaps it was better not to see him at all.
It was another sleepless night.
Xia Yuxun sat up from the vast bed, threw on a coat over her pajamas, and slowly walked out to the balcony.
It was now deep winter, and the branches outside the window were bare. Although it was nearly six o'clock, the sky remained a dull grey, and the sun had not yet risen.
A gust of cold wind howled past, her long hair whipped around in the wind, blocking her view.
Xia Yuxun absentmindedly tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The wind was so big and so cold, yet she did not feel chilled at all; instead, she felt exhilarated and involuntarily stood on her tiptoes, spreading her arms wide...
It seemed that this way, she might feel a bit more free...