127 Taste Test

She threw on her clothes and ran out, only to be greeted by the cold wind that made her whole body shiver violently as soon as she exited the living room.

In Jiangzhou, the temperature difference between day and night is huge; at night, it can sometimes drop to just a few degrees, cutting through Yun Ya like a knife.

The entire estate was eerily quiet, and there was a considerable distance from the living room to the main gate. The night wind whipped her hair into a wild dance. Yun Ya wrapped her clothing tightly around herself as she hurried toward the gate.

Her lips trembling from the cold, she thought that Brother Yan must have something urgent to tell her if he was calling her out at four in the morning. With that in mind, she picked up her pace.

Approaching the gate, Yun Ya saw a tall and straight figure standing beneath the dim streetlight, appearing exceptionally lofty in the night.

But he was also travel-worn, his body damp with the cold dew.