The weather was turning increasingly cold.
The spacious sky hung high with distant stars, all seeming to be wrapped in a chilly layer, shimmering with cold light.
When Helian Chengyan returned to his room, he did not find Chi Xingye. After looking around, he discovered a solitary figure draped over the balcony railing, gazing at the night sky.
She seemed engulfed by some heavy thoughts.
A pang of undefined pain stirred in his heart.
Suppressing his breath, he pushed the door open, immediately feeling gusts of cold wind rushing towards him.
Helian Chengyan saw her wearing only a coat, under which was a three-quarter length nightgown. Her feet donned a pair of cute, pink cotton slippers, and more than half of her calves bare to the elements.
The temperature in the Imperial City had dipped to five or six degrees below zero.
His brow furrowed sharply.