Yet before the snow managed to fall on Xia Wan'an's face, a shadowy figure blocked her path.
She didn't feel the expected frosty chill. Xia Wan'an, covering her face with her hand, couldn't help but frown.
Had Han Zhijin suddenly decided to act like a human?
Just as the surprise flashed across Xia Wan'an's mind, Han Zhijin spoke up, devoid of his previous arrogance. "Un...uncle, why...why are you here?"
Uncle?
Hearing these three words, Xia Wan'an seemed to realize something. She quickly lowered her hand and looked ahead.
Han Jingnian had appeared before her without her knowing when. A large patch of white - the result of Han Zhijin's handiwork - adorned his chest.
So it wasn't Han Zhijin who decided to act like a human, but Han Jingnian who stood in front of her?
Han Jingnian silently stared at Han Zhijin without uttering a word.